Chapter 13:

            Alucard sat in that position for a moment, gazing at Wilhemina's eyes to see if there was any stir in them, good or bad. Wilhemina, who was good at composing herself quickly by now as she was old and has seen much, just raised an eyebrow questioningly. She brought it back down with a realization; it was the twenty-first century, her story had been made public, but vampires did not watch the media's…

            "Hm, that was to be expected. It is general knowledge what happened to me then, with the publication of the journals, including my own." Wilhemina said proudly, thinking no more of it. This only proved to her that the recorded events are still under the public eye, giving vampires a name for themselves. It also introduced that certain infamous one; the one whose embrace still calls to her, whose teeth marks still show.

            Alucard still sat in his folded arms position, remembering the blood on his teeth. He looks with his half smile into her eyes, which gave him the strangest feeling of remembrance all their own. "That does not say much, I have some stories of my own, mwh ha ha." Trying to sound mysterious with his laugh, or at least evil, this with his appearance, worked fairly well. He stretched his folded arms, it was definitely late for him, and this fact alone was affecting his thought process. He glanced at her once more and then got up, stretching his legs to their full extent. "The sun is still a dangerous thing to me, and just seeing the indirect light tires me. I'm going to bed."

            Wilhemina was silent for a moment and then nodded. She led him down stairs into this musty basement, which he liked the smell of as it was decay. There was a couch in the corner that seemed appealing for resting purposes; it was big and worn in, a light shade of brown. By the couch was a small table, a night stand type, which only had a small lamp on it. It was a fairly big room; he could not see the opposite side of the room as it was blocked off by a white satin curtain, aged in appearance.

            Alucard sat on the couch and soon began to recline when he noticed the curtain. His eyes went to hers questioningly, but she already knew what he would ask, and answered before he had a chance to voice this question. "I see you have noticed my lab…I am a scientist at heart, or at least, I was when I was alive, but some things seem to continue after death; my love for science being one of the many."

            Alucard nodded at this, but a thought occurred to him. A scientist with no electricity out in the middle of a forest, what could their possibly be to investigate out here. "A scientist in the forest?" He mused, somewhat sarcastically. "What would a scientist be here to find?" He raised an eyebrow, though, still weary. He knew that this would start to affect him tomorrow night if he did not go to bed soon.

            Wilhemina turned around with a little "hm". It seemed he had hit a soar spot. "What I am out here, Alucard, to find is none of your business. I could ask you the same thing, wandering off in a forest you have very little sense of direction in. If you ask me, which could be the saner; a scientist living in a forest or a vampire walking in one?" She spoke fiercely, hands placed sternly on her hips as if to scold as she turned back around with the question to Alucard. The fire in her eyes was enough to make even Alucard think twice before crossing her furry, though, she remained mostly calm. He noticed that this was barely even half.

            "I?" He asked questing, with a sense of humor in his voice. "I was passing through, in dog form to catch the whiff of a missing friend; one whom I am trying to find, she left so abruptly, I wonder how she is." He said with a cackle in his throat as he jokingly mimicked her style of speech.

            Wilhemina took no notice to this, as she did not know how he spoke normally. "A she? I expect you have done something horrible to her, causing her to flee for her sanity." She said annalistically, as if having already discovered the meaning of this person's problems. As she was a woman, she felt that she had insight on this subject; thinking of them to be some kind of love.

            Alucard, reclining ever in his arms around the back of the couch position, merely shook his head from side to side. "Yes, it is a she…did you think I would be chasing after a he? Mwh ha ha…* This he said obviously jokingly in his ever sarcastic dark manner, but continued seriously. "If it were only that simple, she has been angry with me before, my master too, but this is too random for even her. Hm…she still has many things to learn as a vampire."

            "Master?" She questioned, seeing how far she could push her luck.

            "Hm…my master." He paused momentarily, as his thoughts wandered to his master. He had noticed her strange behavior of late, but in a forest, there was nothing he could do. "I have already said that Hellsing captured me, for it, I am eternally the servant of the house of Hellsing." This he said with slight vampire pride, as everyone who was a vampire feared the Hellsing Organization, which was only a recent development of the past hundred years or so. Before that, it was just a rouge vampire hunter with the knowledge and power to defeat their kind, the undead, those whose bodies had died, but souls live on.

            "The pet of the Hellsing organization, this is what I knew, but now the situation seems even more complex than that. You must be kicking yourself as you are forced to obey commands. Oh, if only you were not so fool hearty in your youth that you could have avoided this." She said skeptically, as if to rub in the fact that she has been there long as well, without being caught.

            With this new statement, Alucard said nothing for a moment, as if considering it, but shook his head as if to fight with his own thoughts. "Hmm…you would think it to be bad, but actually it is amusing. I would be bored to tears running from Hellsing every day of eternity. This way, I can feel the blood of the dead, and splatter a good amount of it. It is enough to make my teeth tingle in excitement of the battle."
            Wilhemina looked at him somewhat surprised, she did not expect that. "You are killing us, vampires, or have you forgotten what you are? How can you find joy in the death of monsters like yourself?"

            With this statement, Alucard looked at her amused. He cackled low in his throat, trying to hold it in. "Ah, but you have not meet many of the new vampires, have you? They are becoming more and more pathetic as the years move on. The strain is weakening, and these are nothing more than a bunch of trigger happy blood suckers."

            Wilhemina was staring at him for a moment; she had not known that it had become this bad. She was stuck in a cabin in the middle of the woods, how was she to know of the state of other vampires. With this, she bade him good-day, and went off upstairs.

Alucard was starring after her as she left, the hem of her dress swayed slightly with every movement. He only noticed now as he was too focused on her face before, trying to figure out from where he had recognized it. Like a memory, long since past, she was like nothing he could think of. She was set in her manners of old, with a spark of life still. His own fascination amused him, she amused him, but then again, Alucard was known to either be amused or bored in his immortality. His thoughts were of this as he unfolded his arms and leaned back on to the couch the long way. To fit himself fully on, he had to bring his arms in, using them as a pillow. He also had to bring in his legs a bit, as the couch was big, but not that big. He closed his eyes and was as the room, silent and cold…