You know, I even got my mom reading this story! She adores Hellsing too, though she is an Alucard fan. -shrugs- ah, well. Well I mean come on! You have to have Anderson fangirls out there too! Everything in this world is NOT one sided...unless you are talking about people who murder their children and should be sent to life in prison...then it becomes one sided. Anyway, this is yet another chapter. Usually, my chapters aren't very long but this story has becomed so detailed in my head over the months, that each chapter is detailed down to what I see in my head. And to the one Miroku girl, the only way you'll find out if there is that 'pairing' in this story, is if you keep reading! I don't like giving out spoilers for my stories. And I thank two other people, Tornadoreviewer and Meatwad, for reviewing for me! Thank you guys so much! I hope to see more!

Order 14: Reunion

Maxwell's Office. 2:30 P.M.

Maxwell sat down behind his oak desk, leaning back in his leather desk chair. He folded his legs and waited for Anderson to take his own seat before he started his speech. Anderson slouched down in a seat with weary eyes. Maxwell wouldn't force him to go out on a hunt tonight after this. The man clearly needed his rest.

" Whit dae ye need tae talk aboot concerning Skey?"

" Well, I want to say she was and still may be, in the training room. I want to say also...I must admit I was wrong about her a bit. She is still a loud mouthed brat, but I snuck a peek at her while she was training. Anderson, she was covered in sweat and pushing her body to its limits training with a weighted sword. She was shaking, but she continued to train harder. No doubt these were your teachings? For her to push herself to the limit?"

Anderson hadn't let Skey do that before. Usually he would have a routine training timed for her. He never told her to push herself to breaking limits, to completely exhaust her body's energy. No, it wasn't healthy to do such things. Training so hard destroyed the muscles and would famish the body something horrid. Lately she had been acting unlike herself. She was more drawn in than usual, and it was the first time he heard of her sneaking off to train alone. Anderson himself still trained with bayonets but only when he was feeling angered and needed to let off some steam. Apparently, he had some questions to ask Skey regarding her abnormal behavior. The real shocker was the hunt last night. She killed a vampire with perfected speed and perception. Yet she disobeyed orders and when Maxwell scolded her for it, instead of talking back, she sat there with her head low and didn't say one word.

" Nae, Ah ne'er told her tae push hersel' like thon. It maun be something bothering her. Ah'll talk tae her."

" Well, I am telling you, I never seen such a fierce look before. Not on her face anyway. The look in her eyes, the hardened determination and spirit...it actually scared me but made me watch on with awe. I never thought she was the sort to be able to urge herself so far as to the brink of her exertion. And she was clearly doing that Anderson. (Scoffs) I'm actually quite...well, I owe her some respect for being so ambitious."

Anderson smiled and was relieved to know that Maxwell was finally starting to accept her. But the man still had his doubts about Skey's ability it seemed. It had to be about her ability to follow orders. Well, all Anderson had to do was talk to Skey about the rules around here. Maybe after she proved herself to be able to follow orders correctly and to show her spirit about her battles against vampires, Maxwell will fully accept her as a true Iscariot agent. Anderson stood up and straightened his coat out some.

" Weel, Ah'll be aff tae see her. Is there ether assignments tae dae?"

" No, you can rest now. the other agents will be reporting in soon anyhow."

Anderson got up and left the office. The hallways were dark at this time of the morning. As Anderson looked at his watch it read fifteen minutes till three. Maxwell beginning to praise Skey's spirit was a bit unsettling to Anderson. He made his way down into the basement, heading for the training room. When he entered the dim room, he saw Skey spread eagled on the floor completely exhausted. Anderson ran to her side and fell to his knees, bringing her up to sit. She knitted her eyebrows into an angry scowl and tried to shakes him off.

" GET OFF ME! I don't need to be babied anymore, Father Anderson! Stop it!"

" Skey! Whit in the world's gotten into ye! Calm doon! Yer fully exhausted...ye really need tae get some rest! It's pointless tae torture yerself like this! Noo, get up. Yer gaun back til yer dorm room."

Skey sat there shaking in his armhold. Those eyes remained furious. She decided not to talk back to Anderson at this point, but it didn't stop the rampaging mind and primitive instinct in Skey to kill Malakai and any other vampire aiding him. Her legs felt like bubblegum, but she managed to get up without Anderson's help. Once she did, she bolted out of the training room to her dorm. Anderson gave it thought to chase after her but only hung his head and sighed. His body was tired and not up to chasing down anything for the rest of the night. He figured he'd visit her in the morning and talk to her then.

" Let happen wha' will happen Ah guess..."

Skey's Dorm 3:00 P.M.

Skey was so infuriated by the mere thought of Malakai now. Maybe when she was a whore, he was a good man to confide in, to talk to and let out the pain on. But for him to hide his secret as a vampire, to choose out of the blue to come after her now when she was in the Iscariot agency, he had to have lost it somewhere along the way! One of the first things anderson taught her about vampires was their inability to truly love anything. Of course they could lust, they could have sexual esires but for them to love someone with their whole being was deemed impossible. Skey scoffed at that teaching. If it was a fact, then why the hell was Malakai bent on chasing after her? All Skey knew now, was Malakai was just a part of her past. He came from an era of her past that she was never particularly fond of. And to forget her past, to totally abolish the pain and hurt, she would do whatever it took to forget it. Even if it meant taking this vampire epidemic into her own lap for responsibility. Skey couldn't wait any longer. Time was slipping with every second. Soon the moon would be overtaken by the sun. Of all Skey's decisions she made in her life, this decision would be considered the most rash decision she ever made. Skey stood and sheathed her swords. The gray coat with the inner lining of a Cerulean blue was pulled onto her. The white gloves were tugged on and with hardened eyes, she leapt out the window and started out to the streets of Rome. She would hunt this vampire down herself. She didn't give a damn about Iscariot, the Vatican rules, or Maxwell's scoldings. Right now her heart was set on a mission to kill the only problematic person in her life.

Alleyway. 3:45 P.M.

Malakai leaned against the cold brisk wall of a tall apartment building. Talon was by his side, eyeing the street before them. Once in a while a car would pass by but nothing else. No one walked the streets at this time of morning. Talon sensed the vibes in the air and he could tell an angry presence was coming near. He closed his eyes and sensed a woman. Such rage she held could have been sensed millions of miles away by any vampire.

" Do you sense that marvelous, inclining aura, Talon?..."

" Yes, Master."

" That is Skey coming for us. Please do your generous master a favor and fetch her for me."

Talon disappeared with the wisp of a wind. Malakai was holding onto something in the palm of his hand. It was held behind his back. The tips of his fingers petted the velvet sheathes gently, the scent of the object sweetening the air.

Skey was turning a corner near a restaurant and heading down a darker side street. Skey stopped in her tracks and closed her eyes. Dark places usually like this contained such heathens and creatures like vampires. She did as Anderson taught her. She relied on sound now, listening to patterns in the air and trying to seperate the anomaly sounds. At a distance, she heard loud music playing. Possibly a party of some sort. There was the sound of water running. It had to be left over water from the storm earlier this week. It was draining into thr sewage system. Rustling. A soft wind was blowing this night. The rustling had to be the leaves of trees that lined the street. Amidst these ambient sounds, Skey could hear her own heartbeat. All these sounds had been seperated in skey's mind. Nothing. But when she opened her eyes a man stood hbefor eher and before she had a chance to draw her sword, the man overtook her with such amazing speed. As soon as his cold flesh covered her mouth, Skey knew what it was.

Malakai waited only a few minutes before the girl had been brought to her. Talon dropped her to the filthy alley ground in a dirt puddle but Skey didn't react to it. She panted for breath. The emotional feeling of rage still hadn't left her. Malakai knelt by her and pulled out the sweet object from behind his back. Once Skey looked up she saw a rose. The petals were of such a brilliant shade of white that it appeared to glow in radiance. Behind the flower though, loomed an incredibly handsome face smiling such seduction. It was Malakai. Skey jumped to her feet and prepared to draw her swords. Before she could, Malakai stood close to her and had her wrists in his hands. Again she struggled but it was all in vain. Malakai chuckled gently at her pathetic attempt to overpower him. His gaze lifted to Talon.

" Leave us to ourselves, dear Talon. I must talk with miss Skey. Thank you."

Talon nodded and was gone. Skey gave narrow eyes at Malakai who only tsked and caressed her charming, smooth face.

" Now, now. That look doesn't suit you one bit, my love. Such lovely faces like yours should show a smile with sparkling eyes. Scowling like that will ony cause unwanted wrinkles in the future."

" Get your filthy hands off me!"

Malakai wasn't affected. Skey's left hand was free and as quickly as she could, she drew the sword and slashed his stomach wide open. Malakai took a step back and gasped for air. his face was in shock that she dared to strike at him. And to his surprise, the wound burnt and wouldn't heal up. Blood oozed from the slash profusely. Wasn't he a vampire? Why wasn't the cut healing? But then as he looked at his own blood leaking down the glinting katana sword...he knew it then. The blades had been blessed and possibly of all places, in the heart of the Vatican. And now, she came at him. Malakai was far more faster than she unfortunately. He spun and appeared behind her. His arms snuck around her waist and held her tightly. The blood of his wound smeared onto the back of her beloved coat and Skey struggled violently in his arms. Her katana swords slashed every which way as she thrashed like a wild cat in his arms. Malakai quickly grabbed her wrists, his fingers digging into a pressure point, making her release the blades. Now unarmed he spun her around and slammed her against the brick wall. He stepped in and leaned in. His lips came only half an inch from hers as he whispered to her.

" I wish not to hurt you, my darling Skey. I want you to fall in love with me...I wouldn't be a very good person if I forced my will on you, now would I? Think about what I will offer you. Eternal life, eternal love...eternal rule over this sad, pathetic world. Along side me, your king, your love, you would be able to enjoy in splendors that the ancient kings and queens enjoyed. You could deck yourself out in the most expensive and immaculate jewelry, wear the most finest of gowns...you would have control over everyone and be envyed and admired by everyone. You would be my queen, the keeper of my heart. ( presses his lips lightly to hers, but enough so he can continue speaking) You have no idea how deep I am in love with you. If I could have you, I would never look to any other girl or think of any other girl. You would be my goddess of love."

Skey shuddered and was wide eyed as this vampire pushed his body right up against hers. Her fingers curled in, her hands becoming tight fists of anger and fear. Her bottom lip trembled as she felt this cold corpse lean in against her own body. His arm held her tightly to him, then she felt his tongue on her lips. Skey wille dherself to move, to retaliate, but she couldn't find herself to be able to move! She was aware vampires could control peoples' minds and will to move. Was he doing that? Was he making her stand in his arm hold, helpless to stop him? Oh God, she thought. A rolling yet swooning chuckle rose from his throat as he knew he had complete control over her actions. He took her hand and unballed the fist. He then placed her hand on his cheek. skey fought herself, fought his control over her. If only she could control her body now she would be able to get away but she couldn't. A tear fell from her eye as she realized she had been so stupid as to not tell Maxwell and Anderson about Malakai. She realized she be stupid enough to bit off more then she could chew...and now, she was choking.

" Skey, my Emperess...you will be mine now. You've swooned to my charm, haven't you?"

Skey concentrated hard and broke his mind spell then shoved him away. She quickly picked up her swords and prepared for another attack. Her body shook with such amounts of adrenaline. Every fiber of her muscles quivered. Malakai chuckled gently as he stared at her standing there so defensively with her katana swords. He folded his arms and snapped his fingers.

"I have a surprise for you Skey. I wanted to save it, but...seeing as you will not submit, maybe it is best I show you now."

Two figures walked forward from the shadows of the alley. The first was that of a man with medium build. The second was of a woman but thin and old looking. Skey's eyes were wide with horror as the light revealed who they were. Never in her life did she think she would be able to remember them much less what they looked like the last she saw them. Skey's defense dropped so quickly as she fell to her knees on the cold ground. Her eyes stared up to the two figures who smiled so gently and lovingly.

" Mother?...Father?...It...can't be! You're vampires!"