Chapter 12:
Meanwhile, Arucard dog was in a cabin with Wilhemina. She was staring at him awkwardly as he had went into the corner and huddled suddenly; from the scream of Seras, which he heard as if it was he himself who was screaming. It had wrung in his ears as he was grasping himself in the corner.
Wilhemina walked over to him, placing a hand on his head and stroking it a little as if to comfort him. Her fiery eyes bore into his, pleading to know what it is that hurt him, and Alucard was so tempted to speak then, but that would be a little strange as he was still a dog. "You are a tough one, your mind is shielded even from me." She got up, her hand on his head as if to pat, and she stared down at him, with a little smile on her face.
"You look like you could do with a meal, but all I have is blood." At this, Alucard's ears picked up, and he stared up at her as well. She walked to her little fridge, opened the door, and pulled out a blood bag for herself. Alucard looked up panting; he had not had some kind of food for at least two days or more. He also knew, however, that if she thought he was a hound of hell, as she had said earlier, that he would not get any blood, making this his only chance.
Wilhemina removed the blood bag, and had ripped off a corner for herself, when Alucard dog suddenly jumped on top of her, knocking her down sideways as she did not expect it. Alucard's tail wagged and grinned as he picked up the bag of blood with this mouth quickly, before she came to her senses, and ran to the other side of the room, where he hide under this little table. Alucard took the bag from his mouth with his paws and held it on the ground clasped, as he was under the table, he was lying on his stomach making this an easy task. With his tongue, he started to lick up the blood from the bag, trying not to spill it as holding something with paws was not exactly a careful job, or an easy one.
Wilhemina winced slightly, shaking her head, and looked around at herself on the floor. She got up slightly groggily and then remembered what had happened; she took another bag of blood for herself and went to the coach, which happened to be next to the table Alucard was under. As she approached, she had ripped another corner off and was now drinking her blood, she saw Alucard's tail wagging from under the table and knew he was down there. She purposely sat directly in front of him, looking down at the spot where Alucard was, though at the angel, she could not see him. Alucard had a feeling that she was watching him; he could feel her eyes boring on him again.
Hm, this is no use, she knows I am here. He thought, as his eyes traveled up slightly, he ducked his head out from under the table, his eyes with a dark red glance. For some reason, I have a feeling that I know her from somewhere… Hump, I probably have seen her on a hunt or something…still, I am usually not wrong on these things…but then why can't I remember? With the blood bag in his mouth, he scooted out from under the table, inching slowly as he went. He made it out, while her eyes followed him prudently, still drinking her blood bag, and he sat next to her. He moved his paws to hold onto the blood bag, looking very much like a bear when with a honey comb, and bit down the top, slurping it up.
Wilhemina's stare was piercing, even for Alucard, but her eyes were filled of wisdom, and a sense of innocence that only a woman of age can provide. She smiled and removed the bag of blood from her lips, her teeth glinted slightly and she spoke. "I never thought a hound of hell would drink from a blood bag." She raised her eyebrow questioningly while her eyes tried to pry his very thoughts. "Unless, by chance, I could be wrong, and you really are nothing more than a dog."
Alucard stared at her back, and with one big swig, tossing his head back; he drank the last of the blood in his bag. He tossed the bag on the ground, sucked dry. He jumped on to the couch next to Wilhemina, but as it was a fairly sized couch, he was still pretty far from her. Alucard knew that he could not hide from her anymore, so with that he started his transformation.
The dog shape of Alucard turned completely black, solid throughout, as what would have been his hair floated oddly up with energy. The only things recognizable was his wide humorous grin and his two deep set red eyes, while Wilhemina watched in more awe than surprise. The black mass soon started to grow and expand outward; it lengthened, running from the top of the couch, all the way to the ground. It started to appear solid, and take on the shape of a man sitting on the couch. The blackness also started to form a wide brimmed hat on what appeared to be a head, but there was still no color, and the form was getting fuller by the minuet. After another moment the blackness was in its final form, one of a man sitting with arms outstretched across the back of the couch and legs apart comfortably. A second more and this blackness took on colors, that of a deep red and black, his glasses were more of a variation, becoming orange at the moment. There he was, six feet of a red coat, black vest, brown high legged boots, his favorite white gloves, glasses, and the red mushroom hat.
Alucard grinned at Wilhemina, her eyes were a bit wider than before, but still alert. Alucard was amused by this, Wilhemina had known that he was not just a dog, but did she know who he was to this extend? He stretched his arms a little and then spoke deeply, his head slightly titled to see her better, "It is too early to be up already, Wilhemina."
Wilhemina stared, not knowing what to say. Then, she remembered herself, and composed again, she decided to speak. "And who do I have the pleasure of addressing?" She said stealthily, she had an idea of who he was, but it seemed so weird. How he could have survived that, she did not know if this was the one person she thought it to be.
Alucard sat there, as if thinking what his name was. Something about her mannerism reminded him of a time long ago, but could not put a name or a place to it, as if out of a dream. He pondered this as well, being even more amused at his own lack of remembrance.
"I have many names." He grinned at her, and continued. "You may call me by what the good doctor had…Arucard." His eyes traveled over her, taking in that she seemed to be a 19th century vampire due to her clothes and manors, which maybe the thing he found familiar about her.
Wilhemina's eyes went wild with ideas. There was not a single person in the vampire world who had not heard of Alucard, or of the Hellsing Organization, especially the job they did in the extinction of their kind. She tried to compose herself again, but she could not help thinking that he was going to kill her, or try to, as she would not go down without a good fight.
"I will not lie and say that I have not heard of you." Her eyes wobbled slightly, and her hands started to tremble, but she stopped that. "I will also not lie and say that I thought you were someone else at first, but realized that that could never be." She sighed slightly and continued once more. "I would like to be amused, tell me. How does a vampire become so manipulated in an organization as to destroy its own kind?" She asked with a level eye and raised eyebrow. She found the concept all too ridicules, especially for a vampire, who seemed to her, to be fairly intelligent, and old for that matter. She could feel the power he was letting off, though; he may not have realized it himself.
Alucard just took his arms from back around the couch, and folded them into his lap. His glasses fell slightly to the crook of his nose, and his bright orangey red eyes were seen. He was amused at this question, he knew now who she was, but he had a feeling still that this is not their first meeting. He replied darkly, "Only if that vampire is caught. It was that Van Hellsing who did it, but from stories that I have heard as well, Mrs.Wilhemina, that you have had dealings there too." Wilhemina was stunned and Alucard looked stunned at himself as well, he did not know how he knew that either. Things seemed to be making no sense at all, and yet, he knew that they were right. He shook his head a little and decided that the blood was starting to get to him from reintroducing it into his system so late and the fact that it was daytime when he should be asleep.