Hey peep's I'm back.

Yeah, sorry it took so long to update.

Nywho.

Quick thanks to:

Daewen98

new moongirl

Crazyloony598 (don't worry, not a mushy story)

And

Alucard fan club

For reviewing after reading.

Nywho…

Read on my fello fans. (I do not own TT)

Elizabeth opened her eyes to find a red sleeve draped across her shoulder. She gasped and tried to straighten, but could not move from the ice cold death grip Alucard had on her. Elizabeth struggled and squirmed, finally she turned to her last resort. Elizabeth centered herself and focused on her internal flame, she unlocked it and let it surround her. Elizabeth's hair turned to flame and began to billow around her, it flowed out from her chest and covered her body. Alucard was quickly immolated and disappeared in a cloud of ash. Elizabeth stood up and rubbed her arms, she felt strange when she woke in a dead mans grasp. She was very glad for her fireproof suits.

"You know that might have killed me," Alucard drawled from outside the bed curtains. Elizabeth's demeanor changed again, cold and cruel once more.

"I never asked you to hop into bed," Elizabeth said, aware of how wrong she sounded. "Never touch me again without consent or if I am in danger."

"That's not what you said last night," Alucard retorted. (Wrong on so many levels!)

"I have never asked you for anything," Elizabeth said, "Save this one request: GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY ROOM!" Lightning and thunder flashed outside and the wind began to whip around her. Elizabeth's eyes began to glow red and her hair turned to fire. (That's just her thing.) Elizabeth did not give Alucard the chance to walk out. She threw out her right hand and a cyclone hit him full on in the stomach, throwing him bodily out of the room, shattering his glasses.

"Well," Walter said, Elizabeth's breakfast on a tray, "That looks like it went well." Alucard glared at Walter as he walked in and closed the door to the still storming (literally) Elizabeth's room. Alucard phased through the floor and threw his coffin off its base.

"Fucking bitch!" He yelled. He took out his gun and began emptying rounds into the nearest thing, which happened to be his wall.

"I heard that," came a thought in his head, Alucard froze. The voice was Elizabeth's.

"You're fucking telepath too?" Alucard thought, shooting more of the walls.

"No," Elizabeth answered, "I can hear the waves of sound carried on the vibrations of air coming out of your room, and you are a fucking bastard." Alucard felt the bond severed and emptied his pistol. Alucard was seething rage at Elizabeth, he hated her. He hated her with all the passion left in his dead body. He had no more rounds and sunrise was soon. Alucard took out a bottle of blood wine and emptied it in one draught, crushing the bottle and throwing the shards in the fireplace. (And lets just say Alucard has a fireplace in his room, play along with me here.) He put his coffin upright and climbed in, letting death take him away from all the pain of the mortal world.

Upstairs.

"You know," Walter said, "You could try to be more understanding of Alucard, he was trying to comfort you."

"I don't need comfort Walter," Elizabeth said, pulling her tie off from around her neck. "I need my mother back and a few more years of training, unfortunately I have neither, such is life." She sat down at her bedroom desk and checked the mail. "I'll need to go dress shopping," Elizabeth said, "What are the chances we will find something in my size." Alucard walked over to the closet and took out a hidden key, opening the closet (that is bigger then my room) and then opening another hidden anti-chamber.

"Integra kept these," Walter said, "For formal any formal functions she had to attend at the palace if there was eveningwear required." Elizabeth looked in the closet and gasped. In the room there were wall to wall evening dresses in every color, style, and size she would imagine.

"My mother wore these!" Elizabeth asked, still trying to picture the Iron Maiden in a dress.

"When forced to at gunpoint," Walter elaborated, "Yes. You may look through here, the ball is in two weeks so you have time."

"Thank you," Elizabeth said. She walked back to her office and sighed at the mound of paperwork and phone calls that she had to make. She read everything twice before signing it and fell asleep at her desk in four hours. Walter walked in with her lunch and sighed, she looked so young with her head on her hand. He set the tray down and shook her shoulder gently.

"Sir Hellsing," Walter said gently. Elizabeth gasped and woke up, a flash of light covered the sky.

"Walter," Elizabeth said, "You surprised me."

"Sorry Miss Elizabeth," Walter said, "I thought you would like your lunch. Also, Heir Jonathan in on the phone, I think he wants to be your escort for the ball."

"Tell him that I must consider the decision," Elizabeth said, moving onto her next document while eating with her left hand. "Only make it sound like a future acceptance." Elizabeth sighed, Jon had been one of her courtiers, that was until two days ago when her mother died, she had no time for foolish romantic antics now. Elizabeth signed the paper and flipped the next one over with her powers. It was a classified document from the queen, with an order to be destroyed. "Walter…" Elizabeth said.

"On my way out," Walter replied, he was familiar with protocol about such documents, only one pair of eyes could view it. Elizabeth read the first few lines and then lit her hand up. She lit the top of the paper and read it as it burned down, committing all important information to memory, this would have to be delt with quickly.

"Walter!" Elizabeth called.

"Yes Sir Hellsing?" Walter replied from the doorway.

"Get the Jet ready and prepare a team," she said, standing. "I have to go to Washington. Call Pip and Seras, have them meet me there."

"Yes ma'am," Walter said. Elizabeth turned to her weapons case and began selecting several pistols out from it, normal ones.

"Alucard," she said, putting her guns in her holsters. She always kept a silver loaded on just in case, but her other four were normal.

"Yes?" Alucard drawled.

"Get ready to fly," Elizabeth said, "You'll be briefed on the plane, we leave as soon as we're ready." Alucard phased through the floor, leaving Elizabeth alone. "Why the fuck don't those dumb brainless Americans have their own anti-vampire force yet?"

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