Disclaimer: the characters still aren't mine... (suing me would bewrong... so pleeease don't) Please don't steal the plot, though if this fic inspires (now here I'mbeing too nice to myself) anyone to write a story, go for it!

Author's not: sorry people, I'm a little behind schedule ( me and due dates don't mix well) anyway, I'm uploading this for the mean time, since I'd hoped to have had a longer chapter (oh well).

Little Boy Lost...

Chapter 2: Dark and lonely Place

The place was filled with the smell of antiseptics and blood. This infirmary had seen worse injuries than most ER's in the rest of her majesty's England. The surgeon had just left a few hours ago, after sewing up a poor teenager that had been shot in the midsection.

Thankfully, the bullet had only grazed him. However these were expanding rounds, designed to rip big chunks out of the target, and the large gash that had been stitched was a testament to that. The Doc had been amazed that he hadn't been missing a part of his ribcage actually. That was one lucky young man.

Sigh

Seras was bored stiff. She'd been ordered by Sir Integra to look over the boy till he woke up. 'just cause I'm undead doesn't mean I don't sleep! They always give me the cruddiest assignments!' besides, the probability of him waking up within the next twelve hours was negligible. That boy was so pumped with drugs, she'd probably get high just smelling him.

(Two hours later)

She was in the middle of reading another outdated fashin magazine (who'd a thunk it huh? The manly men of Hellsing reading Cosmo), when suddenly she heard /felt/ something.

Twitch twitch

Groan

'damn… I feel like I've been shot' Ryouga allowed more of his sensory signals to reach his still groggy brain, when his memory kicked back into gear, 'heyyy… I WAS shot! Argh!'

Pain lanced through his head and to his aching side, almost maing him pass out. He slowly tried to relax the tensed muscles, and slowly opened his eyes. 'very medieval looking hospital. I really hope I wasn't kidnapped by cultists again' (it's a pretty funy story actually, with a pig, a sacrificial chamber, a few satanic worshipers and a hippie).

"Hi" 'huh?' – "w-who's there?" a very pretty girl had stood up from the seats that were in a corner of the room, and she looked 'kawai…'

"My name's Seras Vitoria! I'm here to make sure you weren't alone. How are you feeling?" obviously he had to be feeling like he'd been skewered with a spear, but it was the polite thing to say, and Seras had no idea of what else to ask.

Ryouga tried to convey as honestly as possible what he was feeling, "I feel like someone cut me open and then filled me up with fire ants," and came off as slightly creepy. ( but doesn't he always?)

"well, pain means you're alive so that's good right?" Ryouga was about to explain to her exactly how 'good' that was at the moment when the door opened up abruptly.

"Ah, good you're awake." The person that came in was the butler 'arg! Dude's gonna shoot me again!'

"Hey I didn't do anything! Don't shoot me!" there was no way he was gonna be able to dodge him in this condition.

"huh? Oh, don't worry, I wouldn't dare shoot you. After all, you did save Sir Integra." He looked a little bit apologetic, "no, no, I actually came to ask forgiveness for overreacting the way I did, but I thought you were her attacker."

'what was it they said about gun toting lunatics? oh yeah, agree with what they say' therefore, Ryouga implemented his geniusly craftedoperation'don't get shot again'. "oh! yeah!... um whatever you say butler sir mister sir"

"heehee" 'he's funny' Seras recieved a peculiar look from the butler before he coughed and continued with what he came here to do.

"... yes, well I also came to inform you young man that Sir Integra has benevolently aked you to be her guest while you recuperate in gratitude for having saved her. She'll be coming down to speak with you in a few hours since she is otherwise engaged at the moment." with that the aged asassin/butler left the room to take care of the rest of his chores.

the young woman in the room with him kept looking betweenthe door and him as the room filled with an awkward silence. well, awkward for her anyway, since Ryouga couldn't be made to really care.

'whoa...that guy sure talks long... so the lady's name's Integra huh?' Ryouga mulled over the little amount of real information that he had (he missed the incongruous title of Sir). Honestly, he wasn't sure he had the drive to eventryto find out more about his current situation. he just felt numb...

Silence always made one introspective, and worse... it made him remember why'd he'd been lost in the first place.

Seras opened her mouth, closed it, opened it again and finally just gave up. That boy looked too sad to even try to cheer up. not kicked puppy sad, he felt gholem sad. It was safer if she just ignored him, and went back to catching up on her reading.

the room felt so very dark and lonely though.

Interlude

I Can't Explain... What I Have Before Me...

The Blood sample had been extremely easy to obtain, the lad had been bleeding on his operating table after all. Blood work, Dental Records, everything had to be done. the boy might have saved their leader, but he had defeated a Freak barehanded.

Nothing human should be able to do that. Nothing only Human COULD do that.

What He was doing now, in the labs after having to stitch the boy up, was simply finding out how INhuman was he. Depending on that answer, Sir Integra would base her decisions. He had saved her life, but her duty went above something as simple as gratitude.

Beep

the White blood Cell count was done. 'hmmm... what?' it was slightly elevated, well slightly above what would be considered normal, but not somehting as excessive as he'd been expecting. It looked as if he'd simply had a cold or somethign that promoted the creation of lymphocytes.

He looked through the microscope to a few living cells that had been cultured. they looked normal enough. when other blood cells were placed with them, no cellular cannibalism occured (as it did with vampiric blood). They didn't survive much longer than normal red cells (such as a regenerator's would).

Time to check the drug and hormones tests. well, endorphins were at an all time low. adrenaline levels were unusually high. Understandable since he'd been in a vampiric episode.

No sign of the usual drugs. Didn't mean all that much though, new things came out every day. the spectroscope showed some type of unusual compound. 'might have to look into that later'

DNA test. god that was the headache bringer. Thank god that he had help in that one. He placed the samples in the gels and left it to the specialist. It wouldn't be ready for a few days, but the answer had to be there.

The answer had to be there. that boy's tissue had been the toughest he'd ever cut in his career.

And his skeleton! The bullet had bounced off of a rib. at least that was his theory due to the tissue trauma. the bone had no signs of having been dinged by that bullet.

Nothing Human

Author's Note:

Like, don't like? REviews are welcomed people. the fic'll be really taking off either in the third or fourth installment. I'm still trying to get the right mood set in. (I mean, I haven't even introduced Alucard yet!)

To clear something up, I'm not sure what the ships will be in this fic, just know that it won't be m/m ok, nothing against them just not my cup of tea.

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