Chapter two... so people didn;t like the first chapter... Cool. I always wondered what it would be like to be completely shunned for writing something no one liked. I guess maybe i better make this chapter good.

Chapter two:

Jonathan lay in his room, his arms behind his head. He had one leg bent, the knee pointing toward the lid of his coffin that was currently open. The dim light in his room made it seem like the world around him had become numb. The drull hum reminding him of the busy daytime hours in the city he grew up in.

Day time. Day light. Two things he would never experience again. If he were to go out in the sun his flesh would burn. His blood would boil until it turned to dust in his veins. His now crimson eyes would probably dry out and become shriveled up like raisens that were once sweet plump grapes. Finally he himself would become the silvery whispy pile of ash he had seen the Vampire parading as a priest become after his tainted soul left his body.

His stomach rumbled hungrily and he gave a grimace as he looked over at the table where a bucket of ice with chilled blood in it sat. The dark red liquid called to his senses, begging him to come and partake in it. In one corner of his mind he tried to rationalize it by doing this to merely continue existing. Tried to convince him that maybe if he thought of it as black cherry coolaid than maybe he'd forget it was blood and he could drink it. But the rest of his mind screamed at him that if he were to drink that blood he would lose what little of himself that he had left.

All that was truly left of nineteen year old officer Jonathan Seraphim was the human mentality he was so desperately clinging too. It was the large part of him that opposed to drinking blood. It was what told him that if he refused long enough then maybe, just maybe, his body would reject the vampiric sickness that had enveloped him and he'd become human again. It was that human mentality that he found surprisingly hard to keep hold of after being a vampire for only a week.

"It doesn't work like that, boy", The disembodied voice of Persephone filled the room. Jonathan jumped out of his coffin and stood at attention. He had been told many times that it wasn't necessary, but he continued to do so as if it were the only little bit of defiance he could afford under the circumstances. It was human nature to rebel.

"What doesn't work like what, Master... Do I really have to call you that? It just sounds so...", he nervously scratched his head.

Persephone glared at him a moment with eyes that had no body before fully phazing herself into the room.

"Get your mind out of the gutter, boy", she said, disgust in her tone. She sat down at the table and propped her feet up on it's surface after grabbing the blood bag.

Jonathan tried to keep from staring at the blood and soon found himself biting his own lip. His sharpened canines punctured the soft flesh making his lip bleed only re-enforcing the hunger he felt for the blood in that packet as he tasted his own.

She could sense his hunger easily. He would soon learn to hide what he felt behind barriers of darkness.

"You should drink your blood", she stared at the blood pack with what seemed to be a contemplative gaze," The only thing you will accomplish by refusing is destroying yourself. You will lose your strength and begin to decompose, like just another rotting corpse."

Jonathan remained silent turning his head to the side finally able to tear his gaze away from the precious crimson fluid. He hated himself for barely being able to resist the nourishment it offered. He slowly turned completely away and walked towards his door.

"Where are you going?", his master asked curiously. She didn't bother reading his mind. It was more fun this way.

"To make some real food", he pulled the draw stings on his sweat pants tight before grabbing a white t-shirt and left his room heading for the kitchen still barefoot. As he made his way up the steps to the main level of the hellsing manner his master's voice sounded in his head.

I wouldn't do that if I were you, she warned him. He could feel her smirking knowingly. He shuddered slightly as he listened to her voice in his head. Just more proof that he was no longer human.

"I don't care what you would or wouldn't do. I'm hungry and I want steak so I'm making steak", He snapped back at her outloud. He felt her smirk widen as she gave his mind a mental shove, showing before his minds eye a piece of meat dripping with blood casuing Jonathan's mouth to water.

Don't say I didn't warn you, she gave a chuckle and severed the link between them for a time. Jonathan frowned ignoring her warning. He walked into the kitchen and sighed a little walking around, grabbing necessary utensils as he passed. He grabbed a pan some seasonings and finally a thick piece of steak.

He turned on the on the stove top and placed the skillet on. He waited a few minutes then slapped the steak into the pan and let it sizzle. As it did he tried to ignore the gnawing nausea the smell of the cooking meat settled into his stomach.

After about ten or twenty minutes he pulled it out of the skillet, put it on a plate, and turned off the stove. He put the plate on the table, licking his lips. The bite of nausea grew in him but he shut it out and sat down grabbing a fork and knife. He cut a small piece out of the steak and brought it to his lips.

He hesitated, thinking of his master's warning. What if this was the wrong thing to do? What if he was just prolonging the inevitable? What if-

No! That couldn't be. His master was wrong. He would turn back, he would become human again, And by god he was going to eat that steak! He shoved the piece of meat into his mouth and chewed almost angrily. His 'Infant' fangs, as Persephone had called them, helping to rip the cooked tendons into pieces he could swallow.

Almost to his surprise he tasted the steak as if he were still human. It almost brought a smile to his lips to know he could still atleast taste the food. He cut off another piece and shoved it into his mouth, chewing at a more subdued pace this time before swallowing.

All seemed to be going well. Maybe this was just the first step to becoming human again. Maybe his master didn't think it was possible because she wasn't able to overcome the nausea and eat the food.

"Do you truly think of me as that weak?", Persephone's voice made Jonathan nearly jump out of his chair.

"Bloody hell! Must you insist on doing that!", he said in a demanding voice turning to face the No Life Queen. She stood there a smirk on her face showing her full fangs against her lips.

Her lips were cherry red, reminding him of blood, he looked away from them quickly and into her eyes. The amusement in her eyes told him she probably wasn' going to answer.

He was abut to say something more when he felt a stabbing pain in his abdomen. He doubled over clutching his stomach tightly. The muscles clenched and unclenched. Inside his stomach convuled akwardly, forcing the have digested meat back into his throat. Soon enough the steak had come back up and out his lip, landing on the floor with a sickening splash. The cooked tendons were surrounds by a thick black liquid that began eating the floor, easily cuttig a groove into the kitchen tile. The meat looked like it was barely scratched by the obviously powerful acids.

Another convulsion erupted in him and the last of the steak he tried to eat pushed past his lips with more of the thick acid. Jonathan coughed a few times, taking deep breaths he didn't need. He wiped his mouth off with a napkin and began washing his mouth out of the vile tasting vampiric bile. He was tempted to use dish soap but decided against it in the end.

Persephone still had the amused smirk on her face.

"I warned you, boy", she said and did something she would never repeat for another soul. She tenderly rubbed his back, almost in the fashion of a mother or perhaps lover, worried for the well being of the one they cared for," Mortal food is poison, and their drink is like a strong rum. Blood is the only thing that will provide you sustenance now."

Jonathan coughed a bit more, slowly recovering from eating the steak he had once desired. He was grateful for the soothing motions of his masters hand. He wasn't sure if t was the vampiric magic that was in every fiber of her being or just the points wear she was applying pressure but her touch alleviated much of his discomfort.

He found his eyes groing heavier and his body tired. His consciousness was quickly absorbed into the warm darkness of sleep. Persephone sighed a little looking at her fledgeling. As he fell asleep he began shivering harshly. His body was still ot accustomed to the temperature it would permanently be.

Using her superior vampiric strength she gathered him up like a child in her arms. She then opened a black portal into his room and layed him down on his bedlike coffin. The moment she let him go the shivering became worse.

She gave a soft sigh before opening a portal to her room. She stepped through for a few moments before returning in waht could be presumed was her bed wears. they were merely matching blood red sweat pants and blood red shirt that hung loosely to her body. She then crawled into her fledgelings coffin and pulled herself against him adding her own body heat to his to help him cope. She gave off one last sigh thinking back to another fledgeling that had actually passed because of the sudden shift. This one may be stubborn but she was determined to keep him as alive... Well you know what I mean.

A few seconds later Walter came in to retrieve the blood packet that he presumed was not consumed only to find master and fledgling in the same bed. A knowing smile crossed his face as he watched them.

Without even opening her eyes or changing her position persephone growled out a warning to the retainer," If you speak a word of this to anyone I will have your eyes in a jar."

"I wouldn't think of it Persephone", he said calmly in response, grabbing the uneaten blood and making a quick exit. Persephone gave a silent huff and settled in for sleep pushing the button for the coffin to close.

Walter still had the smile on his lips. He knew she would find 'his' incarnate soon enough.

A/N: Well there goes chapter two. I kind of don't care if this is still basically ignored... I had fun writing it. If you are interested in it it would be good to hear from you. Also if you have any interest in this story then i guess yo'll have to probably wait a while for the next chapter... I mean look how long it took me to get this one out.