A/N: I fucking hate my gifted teacher. He is a fucking asshole, and I should not have to take shit from him. The son of a bitch is either eavesdropping on me and twisting my words or making shit up, and that just pisses me off.

In other news, Coraline is effing amazing, and you need to go see it now or I will stab you.

Anyone wanna tell me how the fuck to make Rip's gun? I kinda need it…I must bop people…BOP! Then I run away. I AM GOING TO BE THE SHORTEST RIP VAN WINKLE IN THE WHOLE FUCKING CON! HELL YES! ALSO THE CAPSLOCKBANDIT!

Right then, Musical Interlude right after Alucard asks her about her dreams.

B/N: I know, he's such a fucktart. He's so inept, and can't even mail things for me on time.


It didn't take much to knock Pura out once she realized my plan. Just one little tap, so fast she didn't even feel it, and she collapsed into my arms with that certain grace females exhibit when they fall unconscious.

I set her on the ground and began putting the nightmares in her head immediately. Picking out a handful of her fears was a simple task, and she twitched like a sleeping dog once her dreams started. Not long afterwards, she began to whimper like one, too. I knelt next to the winged girl, waiting for this strange power to show itself.

Once the first 'nightmare' ended for her, I tried to start a new one. But her mind remained blank. The young girl continued to whimper and twitch on the ground, but no images went through her head. I stood up, ready to keep her from becoming a problem if she changed now.

Nothing happened, disappointingly. I moved back down to watch her. It was an hour before I was able to give her a new nightmare; perhaps her mind needed time to rest, unbeknownst to her.

I preyed upon a different fear of hers, something more serious—the terror of my hellhound. She yelped, this time. She breathed heavily, as if she were actually exerting herself, trying to struggle out of my familiar's inescapable jaws. Out of curiosity, I felt the muscles in her arms…they were soft; sore. She was exerting herself, just by dreaming.

As I twisted her dreams, I wondered just how good it would taste to actually bite into the delicate little creature with my hellhound. I could see it; sneaking up on the sleeping girl (wouldn't want to wear her out with a chase before the fun started), hearing the sound of fangs ripping through her skin, seeing her eyes widen with shock, starting to scream before the pain even set in.

Responding to my own thoughts, her nightmare turned more vicious as the dream-hellhound bit down. Pura's sleeping body jerked in pain, her shirt lifting up over her pale stomach. Red marks, almost like burns, were on her skin in the pattern of the jagged fangs. I touched one of the marks; Pura immediately curled up, wrapping her arms around her midsection with a pained gasp. Those marks were going to bruise, and rather badly.

A human, with human emotions, would have been horrified and woken her up. I pitied the girl, but by no means did that imply I was going to let her off easy. I still had something else to try…

It was two hours before her mind accepted the visions I gave it.

Pura took a single, shaky breath before starting to cry. The sound surprised me; I hadn't expected her to be so affected by these dreams.

Now…she was bleeding? Something had gone wrong. I brushed her hair away from her neck; five shallow cuts had marked her throat. Shallow, but a shallow slit throat is still fatal to a human. She's proven far more resistant to her veins being sliced than a human, but…making her go through this, hurting her for nothing…

Letting her keep dreaming would proved problematic for both of us. She'd resort to avoiding me again or simply having a break down, and I'd have to kill her to get her blood. I had to wake her up.

I picked the little girl up, feeling her cringe when I touched her. I immediately started mentally trying to wake her up and walked back to the house while I was at it. I moved through the shadows, knowing she hated for anyone to see her cry.

I reached her room, not bothering to turn on the lights. Her nightmare had stopped but she refused to wake up. I sat on her bed and held the shaking girl.

Why did I want these pathetic sobs to stop? A weeping human is normally something I love to see; such laughably weak creatures…the noise usually made me hungry; if a human is crying near me then I'm about to have lunch. But this sound made me neither amused nor hungry. I just wanted her to stop crying.

I shook her slightly. "Wake up." I ordered.

She just continued to tremble with sobs.

I sighed, her failure to listen irritating me slightly. I closed my eyes and concentrated on her heartbeat. Fast, panicked. I put my ear to her chest, her racing heartbeat filling my head, the scent of her fear and blood intense on her skin. Perfect.

I inhaled at her throat, wondering if a bite would affect her much. I took my time closing up the slight wounds on her neck, knowing she'd be upset to wake up and find cuts there. But really, I just needed a taste of her to keep me from biting her myself.

While I was at it, I licked up her tears. Whatever reason that made me want her crying to stop didn't change the sweet taste of human anguish.

I sat there, holding the now silently crying girl, for two more hours. My patience had been worn endless by time, but I was beginning to get…anxious. Was she going to wake up? Or would she fall into a coma like the last time she had such vivid nightmares?

She finally seemed to wake up slightly. Pura made a quiet moan and curled up tighter. She sobbed quietly, and her mind slipped back into consciousness, unaware of the passage of time. I noticed she didn't have a grasp on what was going on; she didn't even know who she was right now. It seems my little one can go through quite a bit, but if it's brought back she can't cope too well.

"Stop crying." I commanded. Was I…worrying about her? No…she's a toy. In the end, that's all she is.

I kept a watch on her mind. She couldn't stop crying? And she didn't even know who I was…

"Pura?" I asked. Had I broken her this time? Did I pass the threshold of what she could take?

"Huh?" her half-whimpered reply brought her mind back. "Alucard?" She so often says my name with no hint fear or disgust. It's…strange to hear.

I wasn't surprised when she asked me to stay. I knew why. She didn't forgive me for torturing her—not even close. But she wanted to know that she could spend the night with me safely. How many times must I ravage her before she finally learns not to trust monsters?

Moments after she was unconscious, Pura nuzzled against me. Soon, however, she mumbled in annoyance and started pawing at her back. She was trying to undo the buttons on the back of her shirt, wanting to hide her wings. I suppose it bothers her to sleep with them out. I undid the buttons, and she wriggled out of her shirt, wings disappearing. She murmured happily, settling back in to her former 'cuddled up to me' position. But now, without that thin layer of cloth on her body, she was so much warmer.

Always such an odd feeling…It's been a long time since I've been this close to any other human without having full intention of draining it. I closed my eyes, tracing the image on the girl's back, knowing the design perfectly without having to look. She shifted around; I opened one eye and peered at her—had she woken up without my notice?

She let out a short, sleep-hazed laugh.

I couldn't help but chuckle too. Despite the viciousness I was trying to instill in her, she was…ticklish. I sighed. Making this creature dangerous may be more challenging than I had thought.

No matter. She'd learn soon enough.

I pulled a blanket over the sleeping creature, hearing her breathing and heartbeat slow as she slipped into a deeper state of sleep, oblivious to time and impossible to awaken. I soon fell asleep too; watching her dreams.


I circled the girl, purposely making her uneasy. It was working well; I could smell her fear, a scent never failing to make my mouth water, my teeth growing sharp in subconscious anticipation of a meal.

Right now though, it was Pura who needed to kill. She had changed twice already. Once when she was having nightmares and once when she was angry with me. Nightmares failed to elicit a response. So, I had to make her speechless with rage. But how to do that in such a short span of time…

A thought came to me. I instructed her to stay there, knowing she knew better than to ignore my orders. I went to the woods, listening. I head the rustle of small animals cowering into their hiding places, knowing instinctively that a predator was on the hunt. I searched for something helpless…something pitiful, just like her.

Knowing Pura loved anything with a sad look in its eyes wasn't hard to notice. Finding out she'd defend it at the cost of personal injury was infinitely useful right now.

Ah, that was it…I smelled something in absolute terror; several fearful little creatures in one spot. Rabbits. Defenseless, harmless, and a creature Pura would shudder to hurt.

I found its simple mind, and mentally paralyzed it. No need to waste time and exhausting it with a struggle before I could even get it to Pura. Picking the motionless but living rabbit up, I saw the nest it had been protecting. Even better. Letting her know about this would surely bring something out.

I brought the animal back to Pura, noting the anger flickering almost immediately in her eyes. The fear of me disappeared from her surprisingly quickly; she didn't even think twice about yelling at me, her tone shocked, underlying anger coloring her tone. Torturing the animal was nothing to me. Rabbits have always been a prey, this one was just unfortunate enough to get my attention.

The ice that moved along her arms was different; sharper, more deadly. It grew along her shoulder, covering her shoulder blades in needle-like frost. Her hands curled, forming vicious claws. Slowly, her eyes began to get brighter. She spoke and I saw her teeth; noticeably sharp. A growl. Yes…

I was right. Telling her about the animal's young set her off.

Pura leapt at me, eyes glowing, snarling fiercely. The small girl slammed into me, forcing me to step back and slow her momentum to prevent her from breaking her own spine on the impact. Ice, oddly growing through her socks without damaging the cloth, hooked into my flesh to let her stand eye-level with me, one foot on my chest and one on my leg. Meanwhile, she was trying hard to tear my face apart. I grinned as she ripped away at my skin, her icy claws gouging deep into the bone. Perfect.

I grabbed her shirt; one-sided attacking wasn't enough. She needed to know how to fight. Pura noticed, and kicked off my chest, using her wings to tear herself free and fly back a few yards. She landed effortlessly, her motor skills improved with her attacks.

She fell into a crouch, watching me closely. I looked into her mind, wondering how much control she really had.

Her thoughts were, predictably, somewhat scattered. For the most part, animalistic viciousness was the force that drove her actions. But…underneath that, her normally functioning thoughts spoke out quietly, trying to calculate my movements, rightfully treating me as a serious threat. I had no plans to critically injure her, but she could end up with a few broken bones if she underestimated me.

Faster than any human could see, her hand flicked out. Frozen daggers embedded themselves into my torso, making holes like bullets, just as painlessly. Again she threw the ice, fast enough that a fledgling vampire would miss the motion. I could hear the sound of her muscles moving, far too quickly for her; the sound of something in her arm tearing was easy to pick up. Pura's able to do this, but it's certainly taking a toll on her, unprepared as she is.

She didn't seem to notice her pulled muscles, and went on attacking. I wouldn't let her have all the fun.

I pounced on her, throwing the girl easily to the ground. I held her down, keeping her wrists locked to the ground and her legs immobilized with my shadows. I leaned down, grinning, showing my fangs. Her expression changed from rage to shock, and I hoped she wouldn't go back to her normal form. I moved down, inhaling at her throat, memorizing the new scent of her blood. Not much difference from her usual maddening smell, but there was a certain undertone of something; some hormone that had set this off, and added to the appeal of her blood.

Pura struggled in my grip; I've always loved the feel of that. I licked her neck, pulse racing and skin warm. Her amazing taste made me fight not to tear into her throat. Her body twitched towards me, and I thought she may be changing back from fear.

She was doing nothing of the sort.

Spikes shot from her throat, in a deadly parody of a dog-collar. I held back a laugh as they speared my tongue, gouging holes across my face. I let her go; I was training her to fight normal vampires, not me, and an attack like that would certainly cause her to be released. The ice she made…it mimicked blessed silver in a slight way, if it pierced the skin. The cut was painful to an ordinary vampire, and slow-healing. I assumed this to be a natural defense, counteracting the near-irresistible lure of her blood.

Pura wasted no time getting to her feet and putting distance between us, moving with her newfound speed. She was starting to seem tired; breathing a little heavier, keeping up less of that armor-like ice. I took a step towards her, and she retreated a step. I smiled, sensing her unease as I did so. I slowly approached her, not speaking to keep from snapping her out of the state she's in.

Ice crunched under my boot after a few more steps. I looked down to see tiny shards of ice littering the ground. I glanced back up at Pura and raised an eyebrow. She was kneeling in the icy grass, looking at the sparkling ice. Her glowing eyes, such a contrast to mine, rose to glare at me.

Her hands slammed on the ground, and a shrapnel grenade seemed to go off under my feet.

Razor bullets of ice tore me apart, still unsurprisingly painless. She even managed to sever my head with a larger blade of ice from the little trap she set. Once the attack ended, I began regenerating, expecting to see Pura changed back and on the verge of tears.

Instead I found her small unmoving form crumpled on the ground. I was at her side instantly, knowing she was alive but unsure whether she had hurt herself. Any trace of ice was now gone from her arms, and her closed eyes showed no sign of that glow; she was back to normal.

I was about to pick her up and take her inside when she stirred, her eyes fluttering open. She looked around, disoriented, before noticing me kneeling by her. She stared at me for a few seconds, obviously confused. She gasped quietly, holding her breath; realization dawning on her. She glared, and opened her mouth to say something. She closed her mouth quickly, biting her tongue and looking away. She got up and walked past me. A glance into her mind revealed that she was trying very hard not to turn around and snarl every curse she knew at me. That, and she was exhausted and quite dizzy.

Pura stormed off, not towards the house, but into the woods. I followed at a distance, making sure she didn't pass out again. She searched through the forest floor; I knew what she was looking for. I wonder if she would accept my help…

She turned, hating to ask me. "Well where the fuck are they!?"

I walked, and she followed, jaw clenched angrily. I soon stopped, gesturing to a well-camouflaged den in the ground. She kneeled down to it, her back deliberately turned to me. The creature who just tore me apart reached into the rabbit den and pulled the tiny animals out, her movements incredibly gentle. She made a little pouch out of the end of her shirt and placed the young rabbits inside, holding them close to keep them warm. I noticed how her wings were instinctively placed slightly in front of the creatures—protecting them. From me.

Pura hurried back into the house, still refusing to even look at me. She rushed to her room, trying not to jostle the rabbits. Pura rummaged around and finally found a small cardboard box, into which she packed a blanket. She nestled the animals into the box. Through all this I watched her from the doorway, not speaking.

She walked past me, making her way back upstairs with the box. Pura peeked into several rooms until finding one with a lit fireplace. The girl curled up on the floor, the box nearer to the fire. She hugged it and pressed her chest to the side; trying to mimic the heartbeat of the rabbits' mother.

I watched her. Listening to her thoughts; listening to her wonder what she was going to do. The firelight played off her skin nicely, illuminating her troubled expression with twisting lights. I had the urge to stalk silently over and lie down behind her, wrapping my arm around her waist and holding her to me. Perhaps I could get a bite out of it… The fire was certainly warming her blood, the room filling with the intoxicating scent.

I turned and left her, already knowing the result of this what was going to be. I heard the quiet sniffling but didn't turn back to comfort her.

I walked through the silent halls to the dungeons, leaving Pura to cry alone. It was starting to rain…


Hours later I passed by a window to see Pura, out in the rain, kneeling in the grass in her pajamas. The cardboard box sat beside her. I walked outside through the wall and approached her noiselessly. Even in the rain, I could tell she was crying.

I stood next to her and looked down at the little mound of dirt, a small stone at the top.

The rabbits, sick to begin with, had died shortly after she found them.

She spoke without looking up, trying to mask the pain in her voice. "So I go fucking berserk and start trying to kill you. What would have happened if a soldier walked in? Would I have killed him too?"

"I wouldn't have let you."

"But I would have tried…"

I didn't reply. Yes, she probably would have gone after someone else.

"I can't save anything…I'm designed to be some kind of horrible killer," She looked up at me, her eyes sad. "Alucard…I don't want this…I don't want to be like this."

I sighed, sitting down next to her. She looked back at the ground, trying to hide her tears. I had expected her to try to refuse what she was; it was normal. "Pura, this is the reason why I'm helping you. So you can control yourself. And you know the rabbits were sick. If you hadn't taken them in, they would have either died cold in the forest, or gotten eaten by the mother or a stray cat. You helped them," It was true, and this girl needed to get inside and sleep.

She sighed; a defeated, pathetic sound. "I'm tired…"

I knew she meant more than just wanting to sleep. I gently gathered her up in my arms, feeling the soaking wet girl shiver. Pura turned to hide her face in my coat, but refused to cry. I teleported inside, getting out of the rain as quickly as possible. She didn't even see to notice. Sleeping already…

As I set her down on her bed, I felt a slight tug on my neck. Her fingers were curled around the loop on my tie. I placed my hand on her much smaller one, about to pull her off, when I noticed her eyes were open. I smirked and lay next to her, covering the girl with my coat. She curled up, looking comfortable. I laughed quietly and pulled her close, sniffing her damp hair. I felt her drowsy unease at my action, her muscles tensing ever so slightly.

"I'm curious, Pura—do you remember changing?"

"Um…Sort of. I can remember a bit, but it feels like a dream…"

I looked into her mind; she saw sort flashes of images, and brief spots where she had been in control of the ice, but not much else. This was promising—she'd be able to fully control herself, with a little practice.

As I was searching her mind, she fell asleep. I chuckled, and phased my arms through the bed away from her, making sure I didn't wake the girl. I watched her sleep for a few moments, then, almost unconsciously, leaned down and kissed the top of her head. I stood up, wondering why I cared about her like this. Perhaps living with humans for the past century was starting to rub off on me. No matter. I'd slaughter the girl in a second, if she crossed me enough.

For now, though, she was mine; and I wanted her alive.


A/N: Sorry for the wait. I got homework and a job, Goddamn it!

We saw Watchmen. The movie could be greatly improved with more appearances of Dr. Manhattan's pants. But overall, it was pretty good.

Umm…Dead Space is freaking me right the fuck out. I hate being startled…why did I buy this game!?

Grah, daylight savings time is fucking with my head already.

Also, to anyone who feels like whining that the bunnies died: "Hi. I'm Jen. I like Hellsing, an incredibly violent and amazing manga and anime. I wrote a fanfic in which I beat my main character within inches of her life often. I even skinned her, then further traumatized her. It's nice to meet you."

B/N: THEY'VE GONE BATTY!

RORSCHACH, WILL YOU TURN DOWN THAT GODDAMN RADIO?!

SPOILER ALERT: ALEX HALEY HAS ANCESTORS

Are you playing castanets?

These are my grabbers.