Disclaimer: See the first chapter.

Authors Note: If Anderson got a bit OOC, I'm sorry. He and Alucard might get OOC again though. Like I said in chapter one, I have only read the first and fourth books, and I'm just going on what I've read in other fanfictions. Also, I lied about something. There might be pairings later. I don't know though… Also, my 'l' and 'n' button's are broken ; oops.

Chapter Two

The entire room was dark. Everything unmoving… That is, everything except a man sitting on the bed. He raked his hand through his blond hair, and rubbed his eyes. Lately he was getting tired earlier each night. Tonight held no exception. It was barely three in the morning, and he felt like he had been up for two days straight.

He was thinking about something that had been troubling him. He was remembering the look on the girl Kali's face when Alucard had won their game. She looked so terrified… No, she looked beyond terrified.

The look on her face was pleading, begging for him to do something. And yet he didn't. He wouldn't.

What troubled him the most wasn't that he couldn't do anything; it was what Alucard said in reply to his question.

'"A'right Vampire. Yon win. But before Ah go, Ah want tae know whit yer gong tae do wi' her?" Anderson was really disappointed. He didn't want to let the girl go with him, but he had no choice.

"I don't plan on doing anything." Alucard lazily set the girl down, but kept a firm hand on her arm.'

He had wondered if Alucard fed off her after he left, or if he killed her, or what. As he thought of this, he cursed aloud.

"Fucking Vampire bastard!" He placed his head in his hands as if to try to block out everything else but his thoughts.

"You called?" A voice rang out from one of the dark recesses of Anderson's motel room.

Jumping at the vampire's sudden entrance, Anderson swore again.

"Whit dae ye wan'?" Anderson was in no mood to fight. He was too tired, and depressed. (See? He's OOC.)

Alucard put a cold hand on Anderson's shoulder, his fingernails digging into his flesh.

"It's unlike you to be so sad, Judas priest." Alucard had sunk back into the ground, to reappear in front of the man who still sat on his bed.

"Dinnae think Ah dinnae a' ready know thon."

Alucard moved so that their faces were only a few centimetres apart, "You wanted to know what I did with Kali," The vampire stated plainly, breathing into the paladin's face.

Anderson shook his head, trying to clear it, "Ye dinnae know whit Ah want."

Alucard chuckled, moving backwards, so they stood just at arms length, "You forget who I am, Anderson," He sunk into the floor again, before reappearing back to back with the other.

"Fucking bastard. Fine. Whit did ye dae wi t' girl?" He was hesitant to admit he was worried to the No Life King.

Alucard laughed, louder than last time, and twisted around, wrapping his arms around the surprised and perturbed priest. He placed his mouth near his ear, almost purring into it. "I let Sir Integra deal with her."

Anderson squirmed, trying to make Alucard let go.

"Vampire. Let ma go." Anderson was beginning to reach for his bayonets, but Alucard held fast.

"Master sent me to tell you something." Alucard nibbled on the ear he was whispering into, being careful not to bite, but to make Anderson even more uncomfortable.

"Yeah? An' whit would t' message be?" Anderson jerked his head away, but the vampire had a firm hold on his ear.

"She said, 'Tell him that 'We didn't know you liked children… bloody pedophile.''"

Anderson was becoming angry. It didn't help that the vampire was grinning, and making soft noises into his ear; they were making Anderson feel even sleepier. He pulled out one of his bayonets, and held it at the vampire's face, threatening to stab him.

Alucard continued to make the soft purring noise, deep in the back of his throat. It seemed to disturb the priest beyond what he expected, and he was enjoying toying (look, I rhymed!) with him.

Anderson cursed again, stifling a yawn, and trying to keep his eyes fully open. He pulled his arm forward, and stabbed as hard as he could at Alucard's grinning face. The weapon hit its target, and blood flowed out, staining the bed and carpet, as well as Anderson's clothes.

Alucard laughed a sunk into the ground again. He lurked in the shadows for a while, watching Anderson, as he kept alert; his eyes darting back and forth around the room. When dawn was only an hour away, Alucard left, but not without letting the priest think he was still there.

"I think you're a bit wound up." Alucard chuckled as he left, going back to report to Sir Integra.

Anderson stayed up until the sun broke the horizon at seven in the morning before he relaxed enough to sleep.

When he woke up, it was dusk, and his cell phone was ringing. Looking at the caller ID, he knew it was Maxwell. And when he answered, he knew it was a very pissed off Maxwell.

"Anderson! What have you been doing? It's already Six o'clock!" Maxwell's voice carried out beyond the phone, from where Anderson held it, at arms length from his face.

"Ah had ae spot o' trouble last nigh'." His voice was heavy, and he felt like he still needed some rest, but he knew he couldn't do that to Maxwell.

"What trouble? I need you to get back as soon as possible." There was a noise on the other line, and Anderson knew something wasn't right. Shaking his head, he hung up to see if he could book the next flight to London.