Alucard to his journal.
I'm getting sick of typing.
Review if ya read.
Mew.
April 19
My master is weak today, and though she blamed the stress of the wedding for her present condition, I know better than to believe fatigue over trivial legal matters would stress Miss Hellsing to the point of sleep only four hours past sunset.
No, my beloved master is with child.
Her fledgling senses must not have detected the foreign particle now growing in her womb, but when I touched her tonight, I could feel the sexless blob emitting a presence much like that of Father Anderson.
I pray that my master has not created another regenerator from sheer ignorance.
Tomorrow I plan to ask Integral, Walter, and that man she married if any lore or legends point to the creation of regenerators, and more importantly to ask if one of the the group would pay a visit to Father Anderson himself.
I know that most regenerators today, like most vampires today, are made from a freak chip, but I believe that Anderson is a true regenerator, as I am a true vampire.
My master is now awake and is calling. Will write more when possible, for my master cannot know about the existance of my journals.

-Alucard