A/N: Yaye!! I'm dancing with joy...I have fans!!! W00T! Anyway, I want to thank everyone for the support, and hopefully I can make this a nice long fanfiction! Also, I think I came up with a nickname for Celia for Alucard to call her, so don't worry...and PLEASE tell me if I need to change something, and I'll see what I can do! Thank you again, and enjoy this next chapter, although they've been getting shorter for some reason...O.O hehe...sorry!!

Disclaimer: ...I DON'T own Hellsing!!! Q.Q happy? ...Although I'm planning to join forces with my cousin to create one in later life...Yaye!! Look out people!!

CHAPTER 7:

The tiny fledgling pouted which seemed a usual face she held if she felt confused. Her cheeks would puff up as she did so, looking around, completely lost—again. After wandering around for another hour, she had finally figured out how to open the small tube sticking out of the donated medical blood bag. Now, as she walked, she would occasionally take a long sip of the red body fluid.

Half of its contents had already made a trip from the bag, to her mouth, and down her throat before she found some large stone stairs leading out of the huge underground tunnels. Celia blinked up at the large flight of steps, then climbed up while clutching the bag in between her teeth, her small hands slapping against the cold floor. As she reached the top and poked her head out to see if anything would attack her, she heard a door open somewhere and she squeaked as she ducked back behind the wall covering the stairs. Footsteps echoed loudly in the familiar foyer, and she slowly, cautiously peeked out again. The miniature monster then spotted Sir Integra stepping down the large set of stairs leading to and from her office.

Celia quickly remembered her newly-learned Hellsing etiquette and scurried out of her hiding spot to look up at the leader of Hellsing. She bowed from her small waist.

"Sir Integra!!"

The powerful woman glanced down at the small creature just as she stood up straight from a bow. The child saluted to her, then created a feeble wave as Integra simply gave her a cold, ice stare. "..." She waved a little harder, wondering why she wouldn't respond.

Celia winced at the stare as it reached her spine, forcing shivers down the cord. It felt as if the look would blind her only good eye, or turn her to stone.

"...Hmph." The leader huffed and continued to walk down the steps, turning towards a door on the opposite side of Celia's standing spot.

"Oh—um...mi—ahh!" The fledgling shook her head quickly to clear her mind and ran after her. "Excuse me...S-Sir Integra...but I have a question..."

It appeared that Integra didn't have any patience, for she frowned angrily as Celia approached. "What is it, vampire?"

"Er--," Celia paused, hesitant to show her for fear that she would knock it away. However, she held up the bag in front of her, the red blood splashing around inside the plastic. "Um—why...why does the bag say 'AB' on it?"

Integra frowned in complete disgust. "That's the blood type." She explained simply. "Now if you would excuse me...I'm very busy." She turned away and left through her designated door, closing it quickly behind her so the child could not follow.

The tiny fledgling stared at the door for a few minutes with miserable eyes—one blind, one perfectly healthy—before wiping her face with the sleeve on her arm to rid herself of tears. She turned around quickly and ran through the only open door she could see. (She can't open doors, she's too small! :D All of the doors are designed for adults...)

As she ran down a red-carpeted corridor, she slowed down to a lingering walk, turning her head towards another open door as she heard obnoxious laughter. Blinking, tears still at the edges of her eyes, she followed the raucous noise in curiosity, poking her head into open doors, pressing her ear against closed ones.

The child heard conversations of battles and weapons, and contests of strength, as well as something called "gambling". She blinked again as she saw some men playing with small pieces of what looked like white cardboard with numbers or letters, and shapes on them. Other adults threw dice and cheered or cursed at it, while some soldiers sat at couches and drank some sort of beverage in a can. She could only recognize board games of chess and checkers.

Celia pouted once again, feeling rather lonely as she listened to some men talk of family and friends, as well as some missions they had gone through together. Even though she knew perfectly well that she could call for Mr. Walter or Master Alucard—or even look for them (if that seemed possibly...they BOTH pop up so randomly from out of nowhere...)—she felt that she would simply end up bothering them.

Integra certainly didn't want to have anything to do with her, and Seras Victoria had probably shut herself in her room or gone to bed or something.

If anything, Celia had suddenly begun to feel much lonelier than she already felt.

How could she end up alone if hundreds of people lived within the Hellsing manor?

Simple: she never enjoyed speaking to anyone, and had never become very social as a human child.

Now she had become a lonely, shy fledgling, servant to the nosferatu Alucard.

Celia sighed lightly, trudging down the soldier's hallway as if going to her death, sipping on the rest of the medical bag's blood without realizing it.

The vampyric child had started to stare at the floor as she walked through the long corridors again (which started to get amazingly old in her opinion). However, just as she decided to look up to see her path, she ran into a green-panted leg, stumbling on the leg's booted foot before falling backwards onto the floor with a high-pitched yelp.

"Sorry, kid," Someone mumble through a cigarette. "I didn't see you zere," He looked down at the small girl and his eyes nearly bugged out of his sockets. "What ze--? Hey girl, what're you doing down 'ere? Zis is for soldiers of ze 'ellsing organization only."

Celia blinked up at him curiously, noticing that he, too, wore a patch on his eye, as she lifted herself up onto her hands, leaning back on them. "Uh—"

"Captain!" Someone called out.

The soldier knelt down next to the child and poked her forehead, his eyes disbelieving and his lips pursed in through as if he wondered if she really sat there in front of him. "Are you lost, little girl?"

"Captain!" The distant voice yelled.

"Um—s-sorry...I didn't mean to—!"

"CAPTAIN!"

"What?!!" He whirled around and nearly fell over at the sight of the vampyric, red-headed Police Girl, standing a few feet away with her arms crossed over her chest.

"Captain Bernadette...Just what exactly do you think you're doing bringing a five-year-old child to your drinking parties?!"

"What ze bloody 'ell are you talking about, Police Girl?! I just found zis little child 'ere!"

Seras Victoria frowned in incredulity and walked up to them, lifting Celia up into her arms. "She can't come down here! You blokes will try to get her to drink alcohol or smoke or some other hazardous thing!"

"Zat is ridiculous!" Pip seemed fairly taken back by her statement, "I would never have a such a small child corrupted by drinks!"

"Hmph!" Seras rested a fist on her hip, holding the child in one arm. "Sure, Captain..." She turned away and started to walk down the corridor, back to the entrance of the mansion.

"So...who is zat little girl?"

The red-head stopped and glanced down at Celia with a secret wink and turned towards Pip with a snide grin, almost as impish as her master's own trademark. "This...is Celia Pares, the newest fledgling vampire in the Hellsing Organization!"

Celia blinked in confusion then giggled with a blushing grin, making her fangs shine in the dark.

Bernadette's eyes widened with shock, and the cigarette in his mouth fell to the floor. "What?!" He pointed vigorously at the little girl. "That's the toddler that the vampire had rescued a few days ago?!"

"Yes, it is, and Sir Integra, Master Alucard and I believe that it is in your best interest not to mess with her!"

An expression of dumbfounded amazement stretched across the Britannica Cowboy's face.

Seras snickered and then turned to leave. A flustered Pip Bernadette sighed heavily in resignation before walking into the soldiers' quarters to join his comrades.