Thanks for the reviews everyone. I'm uber glad everyone likes Harley so much. n-n These reviews are probably going to be coming faster now that I have the one thing that I always wanted... -grins- THE HELLSING OSTS! XD! Plus, I have a special stash of pepsis in my room...

I posted this in my other story also, but to those who read my first Hellsing story, "Dreams", there will be a sequel to it. I don't know exactly when, though...There are going to be more stories with Harley in it, and I am seriously debating on whether or not I should just go ahead and post it...Decisions, decisions...

Oh, and on a random note, I'm teaching myself German!...And it's very hard...-stares at the book and scratches head-

Disclaimer: I only own Harley. oo Or maybe SHE owns ME.

After a lot of struggling and some intervention from Walter, Alucard and Harley managed to be seperated. The vampire was alright except for being pissed off, while Harley had yet another splitting headache and more bumps on her head and a scraped up elbow. She was sulking in the kitchen while Walter applied some disinfectant to the cut.

"It wasn't very smart to go and wake Alucard up like that," the butler was explaining while she stayed silent and still, glaring a hole into the fridge. "You know how he is...He's going to have to get used to you again. You should probably leave him alone for a while...You're already bruised up."

"Tch. I'll live," She muttered, looking at the cieling. "...He's such a pus-" Walter clamped a hand over her mouth before she could finish the word.

"Harley...I suggest you refrain from calling Alucard any vulgar names, no matter how much he deserves it, at least until tomorrow," He warned, putting a bandaid on her elbow. "The next time you two bumpp heads, we might be in the hospital."

"Yeah, right."

Walter decided to ignore her sulking and changed the subject. "Did you find out what was wrong with Miss Victoria?" He asked and she nodded.

"Before I tell you, promise you won't laugh." The butler nodded. "...I think she needs some fun, she's lonely, she's heart-sick. I mean, no offense, but you guys don't exactly have Chip-And-Dales guys here. Integra said that we could do something for Valentine's Day to cheer her up."

"Why would I laugh at something like that? You're probably right."

"...Because Alucard did..."

"Alucard laughs at anything and everything," Walter sighed, standing up. "Alright then, good as new. Just don't do anything that may make it reopen. Even if it is just a scrape." She nodded, hopping down from the counter she was sitting on. She watched him put the bandages back in the First Aid Kit and smiled suddenly.

"..Hey, Walter?"

"Yes?"

"Can I see that First Aid Kit?"

Walter blinked, handing it to her. "Of course. But why?" She just smiled, giggling softly to herself and walked out of the kitchen.

"No reason!"

Judging from the screams and curses coming from her Master's room, Seras decided that now was not a very good time to go out of her room. She had slept very little, no more than an hour, but it was better than nothing. Plus, her appetite was there, but barely. Maybe one sip of blood. Probably not even that. The blonde sighed and stretched out her legs, preparing to go and shower when there was a knock at the door.

"Come in," She said and blinked when Harley walked in, covered in bandages but it was clear that she was grinning. "Harley? What are you-"

"Sh! I am not Harley! You shall call me Dr.H!" The teenager corrected, putting the first-aid kit on the table and pulling out a thermometer. "And I am here to diagnose you!" Before Seras could reply, Harley stuck the little instrument in her mouth and grabbed her wrist, as if checking for a pulse. Seras was very confused as the teenager nodded to herself, humming a random tune, and took out the thermometer.

She looked at it very closely. "Just as I suspected," Dr.H confirmed, nodding her head.

"..What?" Seras asked, going along with whatever game Harley was up to. "What's wrong with me, Dr.H?"

Dr.H crossed her arms, closing her eyes. "You, my friend," She started, pointing at her. "Have been bitten by the love bug."

"..The..what..bug?"

"The love bug!" She pulled a piece of paper out of the kit and showed it to Seras. It was a smiling pink ladybug with little hearts instead of dots on the back. Seras stared at it and back at the little doctor. "It's a common illness most get around the time of February, when the elusive love-bug is searching for people to chomp on. You have all the symptoms: Depression, loss of appetite, insomnia, listlessness. You are heart-sick."

"...And how do I get over it?" She asked, sighing heavily, feeling depressed again. Harley smiled and started taking off the bandages and put them in a pile. She pulled out a pair of Alucard's sunglasses and a clipboard, sitting on the table across from Seras. "...What are you now?"

"A psy...psy...psychiatrist," She said after stammering. "We're gonna beat this one thing at a time." Seras didn't see how this was going to help, but she didn't feel like arguing. "First off...Tell me why you won't drink the blood. And don't tell me because it's inhuman 'cause I've known meaner hamsters than you."

Seras sighed. This again. "...I dont know..."

"Then make something up." She looked at the teenager, who had crossed her arms and looking at her expectantly. "Is it because it's cold?"

The blonde thought about it for a moment. She never was really bothered by the fact it was cold, just the fact that it was blood. And..."..Maybe it's because I don't know where the blood came from. What if I'm drinking some blood that some little kid could need in a hospital? How could I live with that?"

Harley had never thought about this, though she knew the blood came from the soldiers. Alucard had told her this. "So...if you knew where the blood came from...you'd drink it?"

"Yeah. It'd make me feel less guilty." The teen nodded, writing that down. "...Why?"

"No reason; Just curious. Onward!" She said truimphantly before Seras could ask anymore questions. "Why can't you sleep?"

"I don't feel-"

"Bad dreams?"

"No, I-"

"Insomnia?"

"Probably, but-"

"Is the jerk next door messing with you?"

"No!"

Harley blinked a little at Seras' tone but shrugged it off. After being screamed at by Alucard, she could take any sort of screaming. Though, it was very amusing to see Alucard scream. "Screw that problem, we'll figure it out later.." She looked over her blank notepad and took off the sunglasses. "Well, I'm out of ideas!" The blonde almost fell out of the coffin. "But, hey! Don't worry! I'm sure I'll think of something!"

She started putting all her "instruments" and smiling at Seras. "I'll be back later with your dinner. Hate to say it, but you do need to drink a little. You look pale." She bounded out of the room before the blonde could think of a response.

..What a strange girl... She thought and layed back down in the coffin.

"Alucard! I'm coming in! Better put away all those dirty magazines you loveso much!" Harley shouted at the elder vampire's door an hour later, a bucket of blood in one hand. She had just given Seras hers and left her alone to drink it if she wanted to. Plus, she was still plotting revenge for what Alucard did to her earlier, though now was the chance he could redeem himself.

Not that he ever did, but at least she could say she gave him a chance.

She opened the door and found herself staring down the muzzle of the gun her Father made. "Ha, ha, very funny," She said drily, pushing it away, an extremely bold move. "Sheesh, if you wanna scare me, use a bigger gun."

The gun cocked, and Harley glared into the darkness where she knew Alucard was. "The vampire's waving around a big, scary gun. Oh, I'm scared. But not scared enough to offer you your dinner." She was about to turn around and march out when she saw Alucard's crimson eyes. She couldn't help but smirk.

"You play dirty," He growled, crossing his arms, though she couldn't see it. "Wipe that smirk off your face-"

"It's not dirty," Harley finished, smiling. They had read the phrase in a magazine once and liked to use it. "So, you going to apologize?"

"Yeah. Right." They both glared at each other. "You had it coming."

"You gave me a concussion!"

"Oh, boo-hoo. Sorry, but my give-a-damn's busted." He caught a icecube that she threw at him. "Now, I'm hungry. You have my dinner. Cough it up."

"Nope. Not until you apologize."

Alucard narrowed his eyes. "We can wait as long as we need to, but I'll win," He snapped, catching another icecube. "I am not going to apologize for you being stupid."

"I am NOT stupid," She growled, twitching. "You're stupid and mean and a jerk!"

"You have such original insults. You must have wrote the book," He replied sarcastically, smirking as he saw the teenager's rage rise. She was close to breaking point, which didn't matter, unless it kept him away from his blood. To his suprise, instead of usually lashing out, she took a deep breath and smiled.

Way too sweetly.

He narrowed his eyes further as she put the bucket on the table and walked out calmly. But he could of sworn as she walked out her swearing that he was going to get it.

Harley couldn't stop grinning as she pulled the box out of her backpack.

This was almost too perfect.

"I warned him.." She said softly to herself as she set the box aside, grinning wider. "I told him he should have said sorry..." Looking at the clock, she giggled.

10 o'clock.

All she had to do was wait until morning to exact her revenge.

Walking over to her bed, she hugged the box. "Revenge has a name, and it is called 'Hot Pink Permanent Hair Dye!'"

Spring Break is next week! Which means that I'll be updating a lot more! Read and review everyone! I love you all! Adios!