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CHAPTER 5:

While Celia waited, she fiddled with the ties on her boots. No one ever taught her how to tie them, so originally she had tried to teach herself. Sadly, it had ended up as a failed experiment, and she only managed to learn to tie horrible knots.

The ties on her new boots, however, seemed much more complicated than those of the shoes she had before. She could see metal latches and clasps along with the black lacing in need of tying. Hopefully she would find someone who would have the willingness to teach her properly. The only ones she could understand seemed to be buttons or zippers.

Then the child fumbled with the silvery-gray bow and adjusted her hat. It seemed that everything around her had begun to change. She didn't recognize anyone, nor see anything that belonged to her except for the new clothes she had received; but she didn't even know if that belonged to her!

How could she live in a place full of military people? Would Alucard keep his promise and make sure she stayed nearby? She glanced around the large room she sat in. Would he discuss the promise with her? Did he have to break the promise in order to keep her safe or some other reason?

Whatever the outcome, Celia had decided that she would try to understand, no matter what.

After another few minutes, she decided to think about the meeting with Sir Integra. She crossed her arms tightly against her chest and huffed a little. Apparently she had invented her own thinking position as she closed her eyes to think about her introduction.

Sir Integra certainly didn't seem to like Celia at all, for whatever reason. The child had only lived for five years so far, why would she dislike her so much? Other than the fact that she had become a vampire, Celia couldn't think of anything else, so she pouted as she thought of it. If the leader of the Hellsing Organization understood the reasons why she became a creature of darkness, maybe she wouldn't seem so disgusted by her appearance. Slowly, the small child covered her patched-up eye, sighing. Did Integra hate her because of her different colored eyes? Even Celia had the wits scared out of her when she heard a description of it.

However, Sir Integra just seemed impatient, as if she had wasted time speaking to someone so small. Could she simply hate children? On the contrary, though, Integra must have had an immature stage at one point in her life...maybe she just didn't enjoy seeing something that reminded her of that certain time?

Now Celia had started to confuse herself.

If Sir Integra really hated her, she would've beaten her like her family had done occasionally. Celia nodded vigorously in agreement to such a thought. Besides, Master Alucard wouldn't want her to get hurt, or end up kicked out of the mansion, or castle, or whatever.

Celia Pares decided that Alucard would make sure she stayed. Hopefully she could have, at the least, a neutral relationship with whoever lived in the area.

It seemed that an hour had passed. As she sat on the large stairs, Celia spotted something moving in the far side of the room in the shadows. It looked like it had four legs, with a black body, and something on its front side seemed to glow with a red hue. Her eyes opened and closed rapidly and she rubbed them energetically, disbelieving her own sense of one-eyed sight.

She stood up instantly, hearing the creature pant lightly, it's strange, long tongue sticking out. "A-a...a dog?" The girl whispered, adjusting her hat again quickly as she started to follow it. The black dog paused in its walking to glance at her with...eight red eyes. Is that normal? It seemed to wait for her, so Celia quickened her pace, running after the odd creature as it continued in its path.

"Uh—wait..." She followed it through an open door and down some stairs. It looked as though the dog had begun to lead her somewhere. "W-where are we going...?" She asked aloud, wishing the dog would whine or bark or, with her odd luck of finding peculiar phenomenon, speak to her as they ran through the dark underground area of the mansion. Celia Pares glanced up at the ceiling and walls, wondering where they had run.

Just as she returned to watching the strange hound, it suddenly sped up to an incredible dog speed and disappeared into the shadows.

"Ah—Wait!!" She whined, picking up her own pace, hoping to catch a glimpse of it to know that she didn't get lost. Her nose wrinkled up as she sniffed the stale air of the tunnel, smelling the dog, to her surprise. The girl decided to follow the scent, and she turned a corner quickly, just barely missing her horrible chance to run into the wall.

Her lungs burned for a chance to rest and her throat grew dry as she refused to stop running. She clutched her hat, which had fallen off numerous times earlier, tightly in one hand as she followed her nose. Every few corners she turned, she saw the dog again—or, at least, its glowing red eyes—and it would suddenly run through the shadows. To Celia's dismay, she didn't know where they had begun traveling through, and she felt ridiculously lost.

Occasionally she would try to communicate with the strange hound, asking it repeatedly where they had gone or if it would wait for her. Sometimes it would simply turn and stare at her intently, and other times it seemed to try to give her an answer and wait for her if she asked.

"Um—hey...wait, Mr. Dog! I don't know where we are! D-don't leave me behind!" Celia turned to a corner rapidly after the canine and scraped her shoulder against the dark wall before tripping to the hard floor with a loud thump and matching cry.

She whimpered and tightened her hands into fists to endure the pain in her shoulder and lungs, the fall having knocked the air out of her chest. "M-Mr...Mr. Dog...?" The girl whispered, lifting her head to look down the dark, underground corridor. Her eyes seemed to play a prank on her when she saw the hound sitting right in front of her. Her large eyes widened in surprise and she watched the creature casually scratch the back of its ear with a hind leg. Then it bared its bright white teeth towards her before grabbing the sleeve of Celia's uniform to lift her up. The child stood slowly, still staring at the dog in astonishment and confusion.

Why did it have so many eyes? Did all dogs have that many? Celia honestly didn't know; she had never seen a dog up close before, just from a very far distance. Its tongue seemed rather odd as well, forked at the end, almost like a snake's.

She glanced at her shoulder to see if she had started bleeding before suddenly realizing that the canine had begun to wander through the hallway again. "Ah—no! Wa-wait for me, um—please!" Celia exclaimed, running after the animal as fast as her little legs could go without making her slam into walls or grazing against corners. "Where are we going?"

Obviously, she heard no reply from the dog to her question, simply a whisper of its heavy panting.

"...Mr. Dog? Please, wait for me!"

It seemed that yet another hour or more had passed before Celia finally caught up with the dog. The dark creature stood in front of a door that had a large, strange symbol on it made with some red—now dried up—liquid, most likely blood, like the sacrificial circles that her brothers had told her horror stories about.

She blinked and looked down at the hound. It wagged its tail briskly, staring up at the doorknob as it continued to pant excitedly.

"Um...do you—do you want me to open it?" She asked, glancing up at the bloody symbol again.

The dog snarled lightly and bobbed its head as if it nodded in response.

"...O-okay..." Celia approached the large door and reached up to the handle, grabbing it firmly. She pulled it down and pushed the door open slowly, since it felt so heavy. The canine suddenly sprinted through the doorway into the dark room, and the door slammed closed, leaving Celia out in the cold corridor as if she had no right to enter.

"Hey--!" She yelled, falling backwards to the floor from the suddenly force of the door closing. "H-hey...where'd you go? Come back! I don't know how to get out of here!" During her fright, she stood back up and banged her small fists against the metal door. "Please let me in! I don't know where I am or how to get back!!"

As though responding to her voice, the door swung violently open as she continued to lean on it while slamming her hands against it.

With a loud cry, she fell into the room, landing at the bottom of a flight of steps chin-first. The girl moaned in pain, feeling her skin tear viciously from her chinbone. It produced a loud whimpering as she struggled to sit up from the dark, gritty-feeling floor to search for the dog. She opened her eyes and paused in her pain-induced groaning to see dark boots in front of her, surrounded by a blood red coat. Curiously, she lifted her head to see slightly familiar bright orange glasses staring down at her from what seemed like eight thousand yards above her. With tears forming at the edges of her eyes from the fall, and her head cocked to one side, she heard a chuckled produced from what must have looked like a comical sight. Her eyes widened in surprise and she struggled to stand up again, recognizing the laugh. "M-Master Alucard!!"

The nosferatu smirked as she finally jumped to her booted feet and wiped off her clothes. "...How did you find your way to this place?" Alucard knelt down next to the child and rested his hand on her head as he had done before. "Did you crawl through ventilation shafts like Sir Integra?" He chuckled softly.

"Huh? Uh—n-no..." Celia shook her head lightly, clutching her hat in her hands. "I—um...I followed someone here—or—or something...it got me lost...but led me here..."

"What did?" Someone, or something, leading her here must've sparked his interest.

"The doggy..." She mumbled. The girl glanced around the room, her chin dripping with blood from her fall. For some reason it didn't hurt as much as she thought it would. "I—I followed it here...It seemed like it wanted to be in here really bad, b-but I don't...know why..."

"I see..." Alucard sniggered. "So...you followed a dog around, huh?"

"It—It came in here, I promise!" Celia pouted, feeling like she had suddenly arrived back home and had ended up in a Twenty Questions or I-Don't-Believe-You war with her brother Alexander. She flinched and tried to wipe the blood off of her chin, but her white gloves changed to a muddy red as she did so, staining them.

"It's alright, Celia. You don't need to give me an explanation."

She lifted her head. "Huh?"

"Around the Hellsing Organization's headquarters, what you choose to do outside of the missions or job is your own business unless you're interrogated." He sighed lightly and shrugged. "Since you aren't even a member of the army yet, I doubt you'll have to explain yourself to anyone."

"Oh...r-really?" The child smiled with relief. "Okay...b-but...I did follow a dog here..."

"What did it look like?" Alucard stared at the girl for a long while as she seemed to regain her composure from the recent fall.

"Well—um—it-it had eight eyes...I don't know if it's supposed to—I've never seen a dog up close before...so-so I don't really know—but it waited for me sometimes! And-and when we got to that door," She turned to the entrance she had fallen from. "He waited for me to open it for him..." The little girl slowly pouted, her cheeks puffing up. "B-but then right when he walked inside...the door shut in front of me, so I couldn't go in-inside...but—then I-I think you opened the door for me, but I fell down and now we—we're here..."

"..." The nosferatu laughed loudly and ruffled her maroon hair quickly before standing up straight. "Well then, I suppose we should find this hound you speak of." He grinned, enjoying his little game.

"Um—wait...b-but—didn't you need to talk to me about something?"

"Hmm? Oh, that's right." He laughed quietly and walked over to a large, cushioned chair, seating himself comfortably on the expensive wooden piece of furniture. He sighed quietly, knowing that his small game had ended when she had changed the subject. Alucard clasped his large gloved hands together and stared at Celia through his bright sunglasses. "...Celia Pares,"

"Y-yes, Master?" She mumbled, still not used to calling someone such a thing.

"It's time for you to know the abilities and rules that all true vampires must learn." The no-life-king paused as she blinked in confusion, but his smirk reappeared quickly. "Vampires are born to drink blood, to sleep during the day and walk in the hours of the night. We do not live by the rules of humans; we are basically monsters of Hell. You and I, as well as the Police Girl, serve Sir Integra as her servants, as loyal vampyric soldiers. We do not question her authority, but rather, we do as she bids us without hesitation."

Alucard gazed at the small child that had become his servant—his underling, or subordinate. She seemed like a silent, unquestioning and obedient child that would not ask questions unless what she had learned seemed like something she could not comprehend. "...Do you understand, Celia Pares?"

"Uh—um...y-yes...We're—we're vampires—monsters—a-and we have to follow S-Sir Integra..."

"Very good,"

"But...w-why are we monsters? Um—Master...I don't know why we have to be monsters,"

"It's because at some point in time, there will be no choice for you but to kills all beings, including humans. Only a man can truly hope to kill a monster, and only a monster can kill a man."

Celia stared at the floor. "I'm—um—I have to kill?"

"You might, yes. Then again, you may just end up simply staying within the Hellsing mansion." He motioned her forward and she obeyed quickly, standing in front of him, her small height only allowing her to see his sunglass-equipped face just above his knees. "If the time comes for you to pick up a weapon and destroy, don't hesitate. Maggot vampires such as the ones that destroyed your former family and ghouls are creatures that don't deserve to live in this world. FREAK vampires, however...they are an entirely different type of monster. They are created by humans who manufacture a strange, living chip. These FREAKS...also must be destroyed."

"Manu—Manufacture?" Celia repeated the large word. "What's that?"

"To produce or build." Alucard said simply.

"...Oh..." The small vampire stared up at her Master. "So—so...y-you kill...other vampires like us?"

"Since Sir Integra orders it, yes. I will search for and destroy every vampire that she commands me to fight against.

"Does that mean she'll make kill people, too?"

"If you wish to become a soldier for the Hellsing Organization, you'll have no choice but to annihilate everything you're ordered to crush."

"O-Okay." She sighed lightly and fiddled with the hat that she clutched between her fingers. "I—I'll do whatever you want...an-and whatever Si-Sir Integra wants, too..."

"Excellent. You won't be a disappointment to either of us, I'm sure of that. Sir Integra will be much happier with your process than she has been with the Police Girl's."

"You--," Celia looked up at him. "You think so, Master?"

Alucard nodded and grinned. "Much better than Seras Victoria; you've already had a meal of blood!"

"B-blood—Oh? I have?" Celia tried to remember. "...I only remember having some juice that Mr. Walter gave to me..."

"That? That was blood, Celia."

"Er--," She looked up at him in consternation. "But—I—it didn't taste like blood!"

"You mean you've tried blood before?"

Celia paused at that question. "Nguh...I--,"

"Have you been forced to drink human blood before you even became a vampire?" Alucard asked.

"I—we-well..., no...I haven't be-been forced...but—but my brothers pushed me into a bunch of rocks once by accident...and—and I fell and cut my arm...and I-I didn't know what else to do, because I didn't have any bandages...so—so I..."

"You drank your blood in order to nurse your wounds." Alucard finished her sentence. He smirked and lifted Celia up from under her arms. Turning her around, he rested her on his lap. "You are a vampire, Celia Pares. However, you are not yet a true vampire...a true member of my family."

She blinked, staring at the dark wall ahead of them, where some chains hung from the walls and dried up blood had seemed long forgotten.

"One day I will give you a choice to become part of my family, or to remain a servant unto me."

"I-If I become part of your family...w-what will I call you instead of Master?"

Alucard grinned and chuckled at such a question. "What would you want to call me?"

"Um—er..." Her face turned a slight red as she tried to think of something. "..."

He watched her contemplate a large series of choices. She looked up at him curiously. I still call you Master?"

The nosferatu grinned again, his deep laugh echoing through the large stone chamber. "If that's what you want,"

"Okay..." She smiled happily then waited for a moment, resting one hand on her stomach. "Um...Master?"

"What is it?"

"I'm—I'm hungry..."

"You should be, you were wandering this underground labyrinth for over four hours, and you were running in circles."

"Nuh..." She smiled and giggled nervously. "Oh...but-but the dog led me here..."

"Then I'll lead you back above ground, alright?" The no-life-king stood up slowly from the fancy chair and walked up the stairs to the door, glancing back at Celia as she practically crawled up the stairs to follow him hurriedly.

The maze seemed much bigger than she had originally believed when she followed the dog. Alucard grabbed her gloved hand with his own so she wouldn't end up getting lost to wander the web of walls, left behind again.

As they walked, she suddenly remembered the scrape on her chin. "Oh—er...Master? My chin is still bleeding..." She flinched as the blood dripped from her injury. To her surprise, it still didn't hurt as badly as she had expected before.

"Walter will fix it for you. There's no need for you to worry about it now. Since you are now a creature of darkness, your wounds will heal faster than a normal humans' body."

"Oh, okay," She stopped asking questions afterwards, feeling comfortable within the presence of the nosferatu Alucard, her Master, her rescuer.

The vampire only grinned at the silence.