Yet another chapter. I am hoping people are enjoying this story and I know most Hellsing fans enjoy fanfictions with Alcuard. Sorry if he doesn't play a big part in this story, but it can't be helped. I had this story thought out for a while and just now started to get around to writing it. Well, read and review please1 Show some curtesy!

Order 13: A Different Perspective

Skey's Dorm. Wednsday 1:00 A.M.

Skey felt she should be out there. It was much to handle all those vampires out there and to hold back even one agent could be the difference in how many vampires could be cut down. She wished Maxwell and even Anderson would stop treating her like some child! Skey knew she was strong. Guess it didn't matter though to Maxwell. Skey knew she hated Maxwell's guts but...at the same time, she only sought for his approval. With his approval, she wouldn't feel so renounced and frowned upon. It all came down to one question. Why in the world did Anderson pick her up and take her in? And then more questions erupted from that. Why did he defend her? Why did he choose to argue with his own superiors to keep her in the Vatican and Section XIII? In all her life, she never really had anyone care so much for her. Not since her own biological parents. Sometimes she looked up to Anderson as a ral father in which that's how he acted. It made her smile a bit and calm down. As long as she had one person in this world to rely on, her life was happy. And she had to admit. She did like Maxwell being around. He was always there for her to be smart with and she would indulge in her amusement after making him mad. And now, she looked out to the sky through her window. The clouds had gone and only a clear beautiful sky stood. For the first time in a while, she prayed to God.

" God...I know I don't pray much. I know sometimes I even break your laws and sayings, but...I look to you now for guidance. What should I do? This vampire Malakai, I do remember him in my dark life and talking to him. I didn't know then he was a vampire. But now he's after me. I want to tell Anderson and Maxwell but I fear Maxwell will hate me even more...and that Anderson would abandon me for being associated with such a creature. Would it be wise for me to tell them? Despite my fears of what else they may think of me? (Sits up in the bed) I don't want to say I lived a hard life cause...even though I went through a lot of crap, I could still be in the streets. I could be dead now...Or starving and homeless. I'm sorry if I'm bothering you with my questions...I know you're really busy handling other prayers, but I do hope mine will be heard. Thank you for everything...for letting me live. Amen."

Skey laid down in her bed and sighed sowly, letting her eyes close and the moonlight bathe her in a dreamy light. Restlessness filled her every nerve. There was no way she'd get sleep tonight. Anderson was out there cutting down vampires without her. And she needed training to take on Malakai. Skey sat up and pulled her boots on then grabbed her katana swords. All the other agents were probably out hunting, including Yumie, so Skey made her way to a training room in the basement of the Vatican. She stood in the dimly lit dungeon surroundings and started to train with her swords, adding small circular weights to the blade to improve her strength. Every swing, she put her full strength into, promising herself over and over that she would overcome her past. That she would overcome all her problems and prove once and for all that she was indeed worthy of being in this organization; worthy of being called a servant of God.

Maxwell's Office 1:15 A.M.

" Good, good. Well, I have another assignment close to your location, Heinkel. There is a house on Firma Ave. The address is 395. A report from some of the police state that the place was covered in blood when they saw it. When they sent in men to investigate, there were screams then nothing. Their friends didn't come back out. I want you to check this out and be on guard. don't underestimate their strength."

Maxwell hung up and sat back in his chair. He groane and rubbed his temples. All these vampire sightings were becoming a major problem. worse, the security connections Iscariot and Hellsing put together to monitor all of Europe hadn't caught many vampires in the other neighboring countries. There had to be more around Europe! There couldn't be just a swarm in England and a swarm in Rome. The freaks had to be moving quietly and elusively. To unwind, he took a step outside and walked down the vacant street into the Vatican. The old buildings loomed over him shrouded in the darkness of night. Yet he wasn't afraid. Some priests walked the sidewalk, a group of nuns sitting on a bench talking. Maxwell found a vacant bench for himself and sat down with a simple drop. His arms laid on the back of the wooden bench, his head tilting up to the sky. There was much to be sorted out, many problems to be solved. It was starting to get to him. His boot tapped in an aggravated rhythm on the cold sidewalk. Ah! Something hit his mind. He meant to talk to Skey. Anderson had stopped by the office saying he was leaving her behind for the night. That she had exhausted herself. All he needed to say was that she had better be in shape for work tomorrow, to next time obey orders, etc. If Maxwell had a chance, he would always scold Skey. Yet he admitted as much as a brat she was, that maybe his scoldings and strict discipline may shape her up and teach her some respect and necessity to obey orders.

Maxwell had went back inside and to Skey's dorm to find her gone. A message had been posted on her door that she would be in the training room if she was needed. He frowned on it. She should be resting up or she would be harder to handle tomorrow. Children weren't one of Maxwell's favorite things. Much less babysitting them. He strode down into the basement and down the winding staircases. Down here the lights had been dimmed for the night and due to it being underground, it felt chilly. Maxwell pulled his vest closer onto his body trying best to keep warm and his body from shivering. Inside the training room he heard no one practicing but once he cracked the door to peek inside, he saw Skey kneeling down, her hand gripping the handle of her katana sword. She had cast aside her coat and gloves as she trained and now her bare skin that showed gleamed with a thin shien of sweat. Her brown hair was weighed down with th dampness of sweat as well. The hair was veiling her face as she stayed kneeling and he could hear her breathing deeply. The fingers around the handle gripped as she sprung up, spinning wildly and her swords lashing out at the dummy target near the sides of the training square. The ferocity he saw in her eyes shimmered like diamonds. The bared teeth of rage, the tightness of the muscles in her face showed him for the first time, just the determination she held. It was obvious her body was overworked, yet she pushed herself. As Maxwell squinted his sight onto the sword, he saw she had put stone weights on it. Without speaking one word to her, he cosed the door silently and headed back up. The persepctive he had on Skey changed since seeing how far she was pushing herself. She was desperate to succeed and be accepted amongst the other agents. He didn't doubt she would push herself to the point of falling down and fainting from exhaustion. She was still a brat in his eyes, but a brat with the determination stronger than any kind of metal in the world. Maxwell grinned. Maybe, just maybe, Skey earned a piece of respect from him.

In a car heading back to the Vatican. 2:00 A.M.

Anderson and another Iscariot agent had been picked up and were heading back to the Vatican, their missions fulfilled. The other guy was younger than Anderson, about around Skey's age. His weapon choice were some guns hidden in concealed holsters under his coat. Only few of the Iscariot agents used guns. Heinkel was one and this guy was another. There were a few more, but Anderson didn't know them. The youth watched as they drove past buildings. There would be a second of darkness, then a flash of light as they drove at a meduim speed down the street with street lamps at a full shine. Anderson's was absent minded as he sat so quietly in the leather seat. The young agent looked to him and spoke.

" Father Anderson. You look a bit tired there. You ok?"

" Aye, Ah'm fine..."

" Hey, where's that girl? Um, Skey, isn't it? doesn't she usually come with you on hunts?"

" She's resting."

" Oh..."

Anderson tipped his head up a tad, his green eyes surveying the empty sidewalks. Well he didn't know if Skey was resting but he hoped she was. Or she'd be one cranky girl. All Anderson could think of was sleeping as well. But the night wasn't too aged and there was plenty of more time to go on a few more hunts. The man across from him fidgeted some and he knew he was itching to talk. Anderson wasn't quite in the mood for light conversation. Anderson just kept repeating in his head..." Mak him go away...mak him go away..."

" You know, if I wasn't a priest...I think I would court Skey. She's cute enough, right?..."

" (Shakes his head) Wh..whit are ye talking aboot, child?"

That certainly caught him offguard. Never had he really thought about Skey's looks or anything.

" Well, I mean...she's really cute. She has a bad outlook by most but I wouldn't count it against her. Shit happens all the time. I bet you that deep down, she is a loving and caring woman. I wouldn't mind dating her or anything if I wasn't a priest. Plus, God that rack of hers."

" Rack?"

" Her chest. and you know, most of the priests agree with me on that."

Anderson lifted one eyebrow in utter disbelief. The priests were scanning Skey sexually? Them bastards. Anderson gave out a sigh of irritation, sat back in his seat and just prayed for this night to be over with. The other guy turned his attention back onto the sights as they headed back to the Vatican. Once he got back, he'd report in, check on Skey and see if she was sleeping, then head to bed himself if he didn't have any other orders.

It wasn't long before they finally pulled up at the Vatican. Both men got out of the car before it drove off to be parked in the parking lot. The one agent was heading up the steps and into the dome building but Anderson walked up behind him and grabbed his shoulder. He gave the man a hard squeeze on the shoulder before whipping him around and getting in his face. The agent froze in fear and stared at Anderson.

" Ah NE'ER want tae hear ye speak O' Skey Like THON again, ye hear! Aif Ah do...It'd be hell tae pay Ah assure ye."

Anderson gave the agent a brisk shove before walking up the steps calmly himself. None of the priests should be oogling her like that in the first place! And what he said, he meant. There would be hell to pay if he ever caught one of the priests scanning her like that. Usually Anderson wasn't ever so protective, but he felt responsible for Skey and protective of her like a father would be to their daughter. As Anderson entered through the door, Maxwell stood there with a bit of a smile on his face. Please God, dinna tell me he wants me tae go on another assignment...Ah'm exhausted...

" Father Anderson. We need to have a small discussion about Skey."