Trinity felt a warmth wash over her as she sat, curled up, in the darkness. Slowly, like a new-born baby, she stumbled to her feet, looking around her at the wide expanse of darkness. She stummbled as she began to walk forward, whichever way that was. "Alucard?"

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"Alucard?" Trinity's eyes squeezed shut before opening.

Sure enough... there he was.

She screamed and fell off the coffin-like bed and onto the floor. "H-hey! Wh-where am I!"

Alucard seemed to be ignoring her, staring out at the dark lawns, his yellowy-orange sepctecals reflecting what little light was being shone from the cloudy skies. He turned to her, his hat coming off at the same time. He looked like something out of a fairy tale, the moonlight filtering in around him, the hard edges chiped away by the soft glow of the soft, cloudy skies behind him, and his dark hair seeming to give him the look of a red knight. He stood up, his trench coat swirrling out behind him as he walked towards her, the click of his heels echoing in the room.

"You are in the Hellsing Orginization's headquarters. You are a guest of Sir Hellsing. This is her old room." He stopped right above the girl as she backed up even farther. "You were seen, recently, with a half-vampire. Can you tell me what his name is? Where he is? When you met him?"

To each question, Trinity's head shook, her dark locks of hair swirrling around her face, giving her the look of a mermaind in the water, it's hair floating around it, as if suspended forever that way. Her deep ocean eyes began to tear after she gave a short yawn. "I'm not sure why, but you look cuter when your alive than when you were dead."

That broke the serene moment!

Alucard had a large swet drop and dropped his head. "I..." He had a raised fist that shook slightly with it's stress mark. "...what!" He grabbed her shoulder.

She whirrled around and bopped him on the head with her own fist, a stress mark popping out her forehead. "You heard me! Now where can I find some food!"

"H-how... c-could y-you..." Alucard was left in the room, with a deadly thought in his head as Trinity left the room, in a night shirt and under garments. "She's insane, walking around in that in the middle of winter... CUTER!" He suddenly banged his head on the wall and kept it there.

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Trinity stood at the top of the stairs, her bare feet starting to warm the cold, dark tiles as she looked at all the doors. She slowly made her way down the stairs, her body shivvering. She held fast to the stair's railing when she lost her footing. The last stair... There was no last stair. She took a deep breath and hopped down, being sure to keep her shirt down. She began to walk a little when she saw Walter and froze up, her eyes widening. "W-Walter?" She took a step towards him and felt wires wrap themselves around her kneck and wrists, bringing her down to her knees.

"You mustn't walk around, Ms. Christian." He tightened the wires.

Blood dripped and the sound of it echoed, resounding off the hard tiles and the walls like a ripple in a pond, sending a slight vibration of sent through the air and she was soon surrounded by three vampires, to which she knew how to fight them. She swung low, forcing Walter down to the ground and forcing Walter's wires to loosen enough to get them around each vampire, sheding their blood. She jumped over their heads and grabbed Walter around the waist and took off at a run, up the stairs, down the halls and to a window ledge.

"Phew, close one. Eh? Angry aura..." She slowly turned and faced an angry Walter. "Hey!" She slapped him. "I don't mean to spy on everyone, but please, have some dignity."

"Speak for yourself, Trinity. It's very ill-mannored to fight someone with a light shirt and under garments."

There was her stress mark again. She took two deep breaths and looked him in the eye. "My sister and one of the oldest friends of my father are with the half-vampire! If you want to find him, your going to have to kill me in order to find him!" She slapped him again, this time, her hand knocking off his spectical. With lightning reflex, she snatched it out of the air. With a swish of her arm, it was back on his face and she was marching down the hall to Sir Integra's room.

Walter suddenly realized they weren't by a window, but a simple stone ledge. They had come down to the lower levels. The sudden realization hitting him, he ran after Trinity, stopping her from knocking on Sir Integra's room. "Don't!" he hissed.

"Says you! Last time I listened to you, you almost had me killed!" she snapped, throwing him back. "I was a silly six-year-old! I'm not anymore!" With that she knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" came the muffled reply.

"It's Trinity, your guest."

The door cracked open. "How can I help you?"

"Do you have some cloths I can borrow? Apparently, Walter thinks that my cloths are unfit for me."

"I don't see why not. I'll be upstairs in a moment." The door snapped shut as Trinity walked away, her long black hair making a soft shadow on the white shirt.

For a moment, when she turned to Walter, he saw the young Trinity he'd seen wandering the Hellsing grounds. A young, sixteen-year-old girl with apowder blue shirt, dark blue jeans, shabby tennis shoes, and the specticals with framesthat were colored copper. She looked so happy and young in the bright sunlight, her smile seeming to out-shine the sun. Trinity's hair settled around her shoulders and she opened her mouth.

"I'm hungry, do you know where I can find some food?"

Walter shook the image of beautiful, youngTrinity from his mind and nodded. "I'll make you something, Ms. Christian."

"Trinity!" she said, pointing to herself.

"What?"

"I have a name, ya know. It's Trinity, so you can call me that." She smiled, clasping her hands together behind her and her eyes slid close as she laughed, her inoccent Trinity showing again, making her young to Walter once more.

The shock of this made a silence that seemed so serenely beautiful, but Walter, suddenly remembering what this was all about, snapped to it."Yes, Trinity, I'll find you something to munch on for now." He smiled.

---D and Trinit---

"D?" Trinit asked, her voice sustaining a laugh.

"Hn?" He didn't look up from the book he was reading.

"Do you like?"

He dropped the book, letting it slip out of his fingers, off his lap, and onto the floor, making a soft "thunk" before he answered, his eyes darkening and his face seeming to following suite. "Sick mysteries?"

"Do you like 'em?"

"No."

"Wah..." She smiled. "I'll find SOMEthing for you to do." She smiled again, looking just like her sister did at that moment in the Hellsing Orginization, but not knowing it.