Ok here is chapter two, it is rather boring as I am setting everything up so bear with me and if you don't... well I will smite you with the smiter of smitiness (otherwise known as my liturature book) I do not own Hellsing, though Enrico would be nice (oggles Rico-chan) ahem... yes... please enjoy.

And Here it all Starts
"Mr. Maxwell! You will sit through lessons whether you like it or not! I don't care if you disagree with Father Anderson you are going to Bible studies!" The sister screamed at the child who just merely looked at her with big impassive green eyes.

"I will state this again Sister Abigail, I do not agree with some of the thing Father Anderson is saying therefore I will not go through with the class. I will be quiet content to do something else though." His voice was monotonous and his gaze never left her face.

"And what would that be?" She asked, still trying to keep her temper in check.

"I am willing to do work on the side… study scripture or some other mundane task that you decide is pertinent to saving my soul." His voice went slightly high on the last part of the sentence, though not much.

Sister Abigail sighed in resign, "Fine, I will go and find some work for you to do… and no we are not doing this to save your soul, or corrupt you, or whatever else you think we are doing."

Enrico shrugged and swung his gaze to above her left shoulder and out the window.

The sister peered at the child then turned and left the room. He had been with them for six months now as hadn't stopped causing trouble since the day he arrived. (It was part of the 'save the children' campaign that some politician was running) He was always in the library, piling over old books and manuscripts. Apparently he had been taught to read before his life on the streets.

His life before the streets was a mystery, he never told anyone anything. He was cold and stand offish with the adults and curtly polite with his peers. He demeanor set him apart but he didn't seem to mind at all. In fact he seemed to flourish from the isolation.

Enrico felt himself relax as the clacking of the nun's footsteps resided into the distance. In truth, he thought religion was fascinating but the kids were so immature. They laughed at every other thing and never stopped talking. He sat down in a chair next to the window and looked out. The day was cloudy and giant thunderheads rolled in the distance.

A thin smile slid onto his face, the one thing that kept him going was the knowledge of what laid beneath the library. Underneath one of the boards in the back of the place was a scroll. It was a few hundred years old and had writing all over it, accompanied by some drawings. All Enrico could gather was that it was about demons. The thought thrilled him. The mere idea of other thing on this earth that no one knew about made him itch. He wanted to find them, meet them, talk with them. He let his eyes wander over the yard. A couple was walking up, a brunette woman and her black haired husband. The entered the building and Enrico knew it was time for him to disappear. Besides, who would want him anyway?

He was tall, thin, with green eyes and blond hair. Not exactly Italian looking. He was cold and rude, also, he was 14. Not the ideal age to adopt someone, most couples preferred the angle faced children of 3 or 4. Some 5 and 6 year olds got lucky as well. But most over the age of 9 and 10 where left to live their lives out the best they could at the orphanage.

He slid his lithe form out of the door and ran lightly down the dusty grey hall. At the end of it he slid down the banister and dropped onto the floor with a thump. He wound his way through the mass of children heading out to be inspected by the couple. Once he was a ways away he slowed down to a walk, taking his time as he wound through the endless passages finally arriving at his destination. A pair of oak double doors. A small key hung of the handle of one and Enrico reached to take it off.

"Running away again?" A voice asked. It was rough and had a thick Scottish accent to it. Enrico grimaced and turned around.

"No, I am merely doing some… studying Father Anderson." He answered, wishing that the old man would just leave him alone.

"Of course you are lad." The burly man nodded and turned to head back down the hall. "You would make a good leader some day, Maxwell." He said, his voice echoing off the walls.

Enrico snorted to himself as he opened the door. What does he know? He thought as he breathed in deeply, he would live in this place if he could. The smell of old books was nice, a break from the normal reek of kids that haven't bathed and dearly needed to.

People wouldn't follow me if my life depended on it… besides, I don't feel like doing anything important, takes up to much time. He grinned as he lifted up the floorboard, exposing the scroll and a few other pieces of parchment. Enrico set aside the wood and gently took the scroll out, careful to not hit anything with it. He walked over to a table and spread it out. It was written in a form of Arabic, or at least that's what Enrico thought. The drawings where small and very detailed but only done in two colors, black and a dark rust red. The pictures where all of demons, some flying, others feasting on some unnamed substance, others where stretched out and arrows pointed to various parts of their bodies. Enrico smiled to himself as he let his hand pass over the ancient writing.

"So that's where it got to." A voice said from behind. Enrico froze, not knowing what to do.

"Father Sibachi was looking for this…" Father Anderson came and sat down next to Enrico.

"Why did you follow me?" Enrico asked, his voice cold and eyes glaring. Anderson chuckled and shook his head.

"I didn't follow you. I left and ran into Father Sibachi and came down here to look for that exact scroll." He paused, his eyes ran over the scroll and something along the lines of distaste crawled onto his face. "Where did you find it?"

"Why should I tell you?"

"Because I asked." A smile curved onto his face as he looked over Enrico's shoulder. "Besides, I don't need you to tell me as I can see where it was hidden perfectly fine." He stood and stretched. "Now I will be taking this and the other pieces of paper, and you would be wise to not go looking for it again." He reached over and picked up the scroll and rolled it up gently. "Now I believe there are a few people looking for a child, perhaps you might get lucky." The statement was met with a roll of eyes. Anderson shrugged as he turned to leave. "Just remember Maxwell, don't meddle with things that don't need meddling." With that he was gone just as quietly as he had appeared. Enrico shook his head and stood.

"Crazy loon… what is there for me to mess around in? It's not like anything ever goes on here that is remotely interesting." He muttered as he walked down an isle, running his fingers over the rows of dusty books.

"You sure about this? The boy didn't understand a word on this?" A balding man asked as he paced nervously around. Anderson nodded, fighting back a sigh.

"No Father, as far as I know he does not speak Arabic… French and English yes, but not Arabic."

Father Sibachi nodded and wrung his hands together. He was getting old and didn't like to be caught unaware. And this odd boy wandering around alone in a library with books that shouldn't be opened didn't appease him. Though, to his annoyance, Anderson didn't seem at all concerned.

"Aren't you at all worried that he might stumble upon something? He's the one that doesn't believe right?" He asked.

"Correct… well I think he does believe, but nothing has happened to show that God is good, and that God is the one he should go to if he has problems. Right now all he knows is a God of pain and death, one the doesn't give but takes. It will take a while but I am sure he will come around… he is a lot quicker than many of the other kids." Anderson paused and toyed around with telling Sibachi his plan but decided against it. His boss was not in a good mood to deal with that kind of stress.

Enrico sighed and stared up at the ceiling. Skip trough was very boring to look at for an hour and a half straight. Outside his door he could hear other kids talking away, discussing something trivial and stupid. He shifted his weight and rolled over, finding himself staring at the back of some kids head. He never bothered to learn any of their names, mainly because people came and went so quickly that it was of no use. As soon as you got close to someone they where taken away. He rolled over again, this time facing the door. Small streams of light filtered in around the edges, he scowled as someone walked pass. He couldn't get his mind off of the scroll and why Father Sibachi, of all people, would need it. The man was in constant fear of something, what exactly none of the kids new. But the man would jump at the slightest shadow, he also had a weird scar on his arm, it looked as if someone, or something had bit him. He said that it was a dog but most of the kids, Enrico included, had their doubts.

As the night wore on Enrico found that he could care less about the stupid scroll and what it meant, all he cared about was falling asleep, something that was coming easier as the night eased on.

Sister Abigail sighed and straightened up. She had been going through the Bible for two hours to find something for the young boy to read. A scowl passed over her lips as she re-read a line for the third time. She scrapped her chair back and stood, attempting to find a relevant verse to what is going on in a persons life at one in the morning was a very hard thing to do. After putting everything away she turned and flipped the lights out, she let a small smile pull over her face as she saw a banner in the room that read "Show me your ways, O Lord, teach me your paths Psalm 25, 4".

TBC
Ok that's it... please review.