Training Day

Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing or any of its characters. All original characters are mine.

Sorry for the wait everyone. This was a difficult chapter. This starts out pretty slow, but I promise it will be better once it gets started.

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The cool air of the room caused goose bumps to rise on my naked flesh. Shivering I quickened my pace towards the Armoire.

"Why, why didn't I just grab the towel, and why is it so bloody cold in this room!"

"Well maybe it's so cold, because it's the middle of winter outside."

"How would you know it's the middle of winter out side?"

I got the distinct impression the voice in myhead just rolled itseyes at me.

"You really aren't observant are you? Look out the window you dolt."

I grudgingly did as she was told and resented herself for it. Not to my surprise the rather insulting voice in my head was right. Like usual. I sighed, and continued my fast pace over to the Armoire.

"Smart ass."

"Really Adrielle I'm a voice in your head. Insulting me is insulting your self. When will you understand this?"

"When you start acting like a voice in my head, Instead of some intruder in my mind."

"Clever girl, really you are. I truly have underestimated you."

"And you are to be exact."

I stopped in front of the armoire waiting for a reply. Looking down I noticed three drawers. Dropping to my knees I opened the first one. Picking out a black Bra and Panties set. Closing that drawer I opened the second drawer. From here I picked a pair of black baggy sweat pants.

"I'm waiting."

God, how long does it take to answer a simple question?

Opening the third drawer I rummaged around and finally decided on a nice white wife beater.

"God come on I want an answer!"

"You'll know soon enough."

The calm easy coolness of his voice angered me in a way I couldn't explain if asked to, and I wanted an answer, and that wasn't an answer.

"That is not an answer and you know it. Give me a real answer! Oh stop using my voice to it's getting confusing!"

"Answers are fickle things my dear. You are not yet ready for the answers that come with the question you asked."

For the moment I had no reply. All that I could do was stare with strange intense eyes at nothing. The once familiar voice that was mine had changed into a deep, seductive, very masculine one. It seemed to caress every part of me wrapping me in its forbidden spell. Then with a shake of my head the moment was gone, and my anger returned.

"Ready or not I want answers now! If you don't give me answers so help me I will find you and rip you apart piece by piece until you tell me."

A gasp escaped my lips as I felt the undeniable pressure of a hand caressing my face.

"You're truly beautiful when you're angry. Did you know that?"

"How would you know? You've never even seen my face before."

"My dear you are mistaken I can see you right now. I must say for all the energy this is using it is well worth it."

I opened my mouth to give him a rude reply, but my eyes widened when my words were halted by the unmistakable feeling of his lips aggressively pressed against mine in a demanding, hot kiss. My traitorous eyes slid closed as a breathy moan escaped my lips, and my arms joined the traitorous behavior as they wrapped around his neck. My hand brushed silky long hair and it immediately fisted itself in it with a pull I brought his body closer to mine as I started to kiss him back.

What am I doing! I don't even know his name.

All thoughts of protesting, and pushing the strange man away from her flew away as his warm wet tongue slid across my lips, demanding entrance. I found myself all to willing to obey, and before I knew it we were exploring the deep recesses of each other's mouths. Running my tongue over his teeth I winced as they were cut.

He has fangs. Just as I thought he's a vampire with a real skill for kissing.

My tongue started to bleed, and he immediately sucked it into his mouth drawing as much blood from the wound as he could. Normally this would disgust someone, but it only proved to make the desire in the pit of my stomach increase tenfold.

A deep moan almost a growl of protest escaped my throat as he tore away from out bloody kiss. I could here his smirk as he chuckled. I kept my eyes closed and leaned forward unconsciously seeking his lips again. I was granted a quick peck before he leaned in close to my ear.

"As much as I would love to continue this my dear I have used too much energy, and must depart for awhile. Don't worry I'll come to you again."

He nuzzled my neck affectionately, and just as I opened my eyes he was gone leaving me no time to see if I could see him or just feel him. Raising a shaking hand to my bruised and swollen lips I shook my head a little bit. Then I was angry again.

Why that pompous, conceited, incorrigible, bastard. How dare he kiss me like that? Like he owned me or we were lovers. Hell I don't even know his name. I'll rip him to shreds the next time I see that bastard. He's dead.

Looking down I noticed to my horror that I was still butt naked. I tried to fight the blush that seemed to creep up my entire body, but I lost, and I seemed to turn scarlet in color. In hurried motions I pulled my chosen clothes on. I gasped at the pain in my scalp as my overly long hair got caught in a zipper, and was yanked out.

I have to do something about this unnatural growth of hair on my head.

With calm controlled steps I walked back into the bathroom and in front of the shattered mirror. I starred at my many reflections staring at me. Smirking I reached down into my shoe and took the dagger I had placed there out. I was so happy when I managed to pocket this off Craig during that little fight earlier.

Gathering my floor length hair at the base of my back I brought the blade up to the edge of the hair. In one quick deft stroke the hair was cut, and I watched as the decapitated strands floated to the floor. With a few more cuts my hair rested just below my shoulder blades in straight glossy lairs, and a set of bangs framed my face.

With a sigh I placed the dagger securely back in place in my shoe. Looking back at the many faces of me I stared critically at my appearance.

My hair color I don't like it. It needs to be darker like me. Question is what to do with it and how? Hhhmmm… I know I'll make the base color emerald green. A deep dark emerald green oh and black highlights. Yes, that is defiantly what I want, but how to do it.

I closed my eyes in deep thought tilting my head back ever so slightly. A flashback suddenly came to me.

Flashback

"Hold her down will you. Strap her in. NO! For gods sake don't let her get up."

Voices were everywhere buzzing in my disoriented head as I tried to get away. I didn't want to hurt anymore, and it hurt so badly. I growled animalisticly as I was forcefully strapped down to the cold, cold table. My eyes caught hold of the bag of new blood just waiting to be pumped into my awaiting veins.

The label read 'Chameleon camouflage.'

End flashback

My fists clenched painfully at the vivid memories. My finger nails leaving crescent moons in the palms of my hands. Taking a few deep breaths I relaxed my fists and smirked.

So I can physically change my appearance. Maybe it's triggered by visualization.

With my eyes still closed I focused hard on only a picture of myself as I am now. Tuning out everything else I visualized my hair changing from its brownish color into its deep emerald green one, and the black highlights framing my face, and scattered throughout my hair. Once I felt I had done the best I could I opened my eyes slowly.

Slowly didn't last long as they flew open. It had worked. Reaching up I ran my hand through it marveling as the dark emerald shone in the light. My black bangs giving me the perfect look.

I didn't actually expect that to work. This is pretty cool.

With a slightly cheerful smirk on my face I grabbed a hair tie from a basket full of them on the sink counter. Walking out of the room I loosely put my new lovely hair up in a high ponytail. Practically falling down onto the couch I rested my eyes. I quickly fell into a half sleep half waking state. Time seemed to have no meaning as the world moved on around me.

What seemed like a bomb exploding next to my ear startled me into sitting straight up, my hand on the dagger ready to strike. As my mind came out of the half sleep daze I realized that it was someone knocking that had startled me so. It seemed the longer I sat there on the couch the louder and harder the knocks got.

Jesus they are going to knock the bloody door of its hinges. Gee I wonder who that could be then. I only know one man out of everybody here as impatient as Craig, and this sounds exactly like Craig.

The door started to violently shake as I got up off the couch.

"Hold your bloody horses I'm coming!"

My loud exclamation seemed to have the reverse effect of what I wanted, and the door only shook more. I quickly grabbed the handle and wrenched open the door. I stood there with a raised eyebrow at the still mid knock Craig. Tapping my foot impatiently I looked at him with annoyance written plainly across my face.

"Well you blubbering waste of breath is there something you wanted."

I got a very pig like sounding grunt in response. Then he turned around starting to walk away. He got two steps before he turned around.

"Hurry up! I'm supposed to be taking you down to the trainers."

Rolling my eyes I closed the door behind me.

"Well you know you could have simply said that in the first place instead of being the pathetic asshole that you are."

He turned around to face me anger practically beaming towards me in little death rays from his eyes.

"Don't. Speak. To. Me. Like. That."

Each word was accentuated with a snap and snarl of his mouth meant to intimidate me, but I was hardly phased by him.

"What are you going to do about it Craig shoot me with a holly bullet. I'm so scared."

"Just you wait one day girl we wont need you anymore then you'll just be another outdated experiment in the trash heap."

"I await the day I'm free from you."

He was starting to turn a bright red around the ears in what I could only assume was anger.

"Whatever just move."

Slowly I followed him as he headed down sets and sets of what seemed to be endless halls of white. I didn't notice that I had started to fall behind Craig until he was right up in my face shouting at me for being to slow. I just rolled my eyes at him again and pushed passed him continuing to walk blindly down the numerous hallways.

Craig rushed passed me back into the spot of leader. A tense silence settled over the two of us. Each waiting for a chance to bait the other into another fight. Then he suddenly stopped in front of a door labeled 23rd training area.

"Alright this is the place. Get in there."

He stalked off not a second later disappearing behind the corner that led to probably yet another hallway. I stood there looking at that door for what felt like an eternity before my hand came up slowly of its own accord to grasp the cold handle on the door. With a determined nod of my head I pushed it open and stepped into the grey training room. I was glad that it didn't follow the trend, and wasn't painted white.

Looking around I noticed a total of maybe 20 people were training in this oversized dojo. My hand shot out grabbing the hand of another who was reaching out to tap me on the shoulder. Looking over to the owner of the hand I came face to face with a smirking woman.

"Well at least your not completely raw. I can work with you. My names Cara I'll be your trainer until you know everything I know."

"Adrielle, and I don't like being touched."

The one known as Cara removed her hand from my grip with a nod of her head in acknowledgement of what I had said.

"Fair enough I suppose."

"So tell me what are my plans for the day."

Cara's face grew serious and critical as she looked at me. She started to circle me like a hawk would its prey.

"I think we'll start you off on the basics, and work you up over the course of the week to the more advanced stuff. Lets do shuriken throwing first. Please follow me."

Doing as I was told I followed her into a separate room. On one side there was a wooden dummy separated by a divider. Cara walked up to one of the stalls attached to the divider. With a motion of her hand she motioned me to follow her. Obeying the silent command I awaited instruction.

"Listen closely Adrielle this is how you throw a shuriken…"

An hour later, and I still couldn't throw the damn thing into the wooden dummies neck. I had hit everywhere else possible to hit on the cutup things body except for its damn neck. Closing my eyes I rested against the wall feeling my frustration beginning to boil.

Deep calming breathes. Just relax and focus. All you have to do is focus like you did the chameleon thing.
Straightening up I opened my eyes againstaring at me still rival. I let my eyes focus on the neck of the wooden dummy and only the neck of the dummy. My vision centered on the wooden dummy everything else becoming non-existent. Holding the shuriken perfectly I brought it back then threw it with practiced perfection. My eyes watched in amazement as it sank deep into the dummy's neck. Smirking I strode out of the little stall searching for Cara.

I found her just outside the little room. Walking up to her I tapped her lightly on the shoulder. Where she turned around I made the announcement.

"I did it. I managed to get it in the neck."

She looked surprised for a moment before heading into the little throwing room obviously to examine my work. She nodded in approval of the throw, and turned back to me with a smirk of her own.

"I think we shall move onto hand to hand combat…"

I couldn't suppress the disgruntled moan that escaped my lips.

This is going to be a long day.