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A/N: Hi ya'll! New story and junk! Hope you like it… not much else to say about it, um… I'll probably be working on this one for a while to kinda give my other one a break so I can think up some more ideas. Now I know that this chapter may be kinda boring, BUT DON'T STOP READING! I'M BEGGING YOU! I just have to get some plot out of the way before it REALLY gets going. Thank you for your patience and… oh yeah! It's recently come to my attention that the page breaks that I put in on my computer don't show up when I upload my stories, so from now on page breaks will look like this Page Break m'kay? We good? GOOD! Then enjoy my new story and PLEASE don't forget to R&R!
Chapter 1 – Mia
She sat by the mirror, brushing her long dark tresses, taking no notice of the storm outside. The candlelight cast flickering shadows on the letters, half-folded, lying on the dresser.
Soon my love, soon we shall be together.
The fury of the wind intensified and the window banged open. She rose elegantly to close it, her dark brown hair falling down her back. She walked, now floated it seemed, to the window, shut it, and pale hands closed the latch.
She sighed. The storm was ever worsening and soon she would have to enter it to meet him. I suppose I should change into something less refined, but he loves to see me in this gown, she thought as she looked down at her shimmering satin gown with matching slippers. It was a beautiful blue color, to bring out her grey-blue eyes.
She drearily watched the storm for a few more minutes, and then decided it best to change and head out. The time to meet her lover was drawing nigh.
She turned around…
"AAARRRGGGHHH!" Her petrified scream was heard throughout the mansion.
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BANG! "OI Mia, rise and shine!" Stupid brother. He just loves to bug me early in the morning. Oh well, I'll get him later. It's probably time for school anyways.
I roll over in bed, put my glasses on, and look at the door Patrick just kicked. It sends shivers down my spine, thinking about how splintered and broken it had been when they'd kidnapped me. Of course I'd been terrified, but as hard as it may be to believe, there were good points. They'd taken me to Italy, where I was saved by a young Iscariot agent, Jon Anderson. I then went to "Ferdinant Lukes" which is an orphanage near Rome, where I waited for someone from Hellsing to pick me up and take me back to England.
As I get up I can't help but wonder, as I've done many times before, why would they have taken me and not Muriel or Tessa. They're Sir Hellsing's daughters after all, not me. I'm just simple little Amelia Bernadette.
I walk to the closet to find my school uniform. I go to a private school in the depth of London. A school for the smart and the rich, and somehow I qualified for the smart. I lay it on the bed, and head for the bathroom.
There's another knock on the door as I walk out of the bathroom, still braiding my hair.
"Mia are you up yet? You're going to miss the bus."
"Coming mom," I say as I step into my skirt and do up my shirt and vest of my uniform. Now where did that hat go? Our uniforms were recently remodeled, so now the girls have to wear a French-styled chapeau thing. But since I used to wear one with a Hellsing uniform, I quite like it.
I'm still braiding the other half of my hair (I wear pig-tail braids) as I walk out of my room. My hair is dark-brown, annoyingly straight, easily tangled, thick, and a little more then shoulder length. Everyone else in my family has lovely blonde hair, and somehow I'm a brunette. Oh well, maybe I'll bleach it sometime without telling anyone. My parents are kinda sticklers for artificial hair colour… meh, whatever.
"Have fun at school, sis." I glower at him. Patrick and Muriel graduated last year, so I'm the last one from the Hellsing bunch still going. I just started my second-last year and I already hate it. School used to be one of my strong-points, but since being banned from Hellsing work last summer and since then I just can't find an interest in anything I used to.
I sigh. Whatever, things'll get better.
I pick up my school-bag and head for the door, still braiding my hair. I'm usually a little scatter-brained in the morning. Since sleep is one of my favourite things in the whole world, I skip breakfast every morning just to get more of it. My morning usually contains my waking up, taking 20 minutes to actually get up, finally deciding it's time to move my sorry arse, putting my glasses on, going to the bathroom, getting dressed, finishing braiding my hair, and a mad dash for the bus. The dash has been worse lately, because when Muriel and Patrick, even Derrick, were on, they would at least stall the bus driver for a few minutes. But now that I'm on my own, I've missed it a couple of times and had to ask my dad or someone else for a ride to school.
As I walk out the back door I see the bus pulling up at the end of the long, tree-lined driveway. Once again I'm faced with my morning choice:
a) run for it
b) sucker someone into giving me a ride. Since I've already missed the bus twice this week, I decide on b, and run for it.
Luckily, I make it. But by the time I do I'm sweaty and panting. I take my usual back seat and plug myself into my music, drowning out everything else.
I get to school without anything out of the ordinary happening. Don't know what I was thinking, nothing interesting ever happens to me anymore, and as a result I've become very depressed. I walk to my locker without running into any of my friends, which is kind of a relief. I share a locker with my friend Mallory, and man does she ever have a lot of junk in here.
I walk to my first class, English. Apparently the friend I have in this class, Cynthia, isn't here today. Oh well, not like I'm overly sociable these days anyways. Class starts and we're studying the story "The Telltale Heart" by Edgar Allen Poe. Analyzing short stories is really boring, so I listen to the story, but then tune out completely.
After English, I move on to Physics. Not too much more interesting, but definitely more challenging. But honestly, who even cares about the velocity of a stupid little cart thingy moving down a ramp? It's my personal opinion that the people who invented this stuff had WAY too much time on their hands.
Then finally lunch. I can almost hear the halleluiah chorus.
"Mia, over here! We saved a seat for you!" Mallory calls out as I enter the Cafeteria. Saving me a seat is kind of pointless I think as I walk over to our usual corner table and sit down in my usual place.
"Did you see the play auditions sign-up? It looks like it's going to be a good one this year," says Pammy, another one of my pals. I can tell this comment is directed at me. All my friends are big theatre folk, and it's been their life-long ambition to get me into a play.
"Yeah, I saw it. But I seriously doubt that I'm going to be signing up," I reply.
"Why not? You're really good at stuff like that." Now normally quiet Julia's joined in. Julia and I have been friends since we started school, both only here because we passed the entrance exams.
"No."
"But—"
"No, and that's final." Mallory gives me a disgusted look changes the subject. We talk about things that have no real importance until the bell goes and third class starts.
We all have psychology. It's boring as anything, but its fun to have us all in the same room at the same time. We spend all our time talking and passing notes.
Everyone is working on the assigned questions, when Julia, who sits in front of me, passes me a note. It reads:
"Why don't you just sign up? I will if you will, and you know how much I hate talking in front of other people. Please?"
I sigh. I never could say no to sweet little Julia. She's the spinning image of innocence itself, and would do anything for anyone.
So, I grudgingly write back "Alright fine, you win. I'll put my stupid name on the stupid paper." Well I can't sound too happy can I?
I pass it back to her. She reads it, turns around and smiles.
"Thanks Mia."
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I flop on my, amazed at how boring my life's gotten. Last year at this time I was with my dad and Hellsing's army practicing my shot, and doing fun stuff like that. But since I got back from Italy, Dad hasn't even let me near HQ, so now I sit in boredom while my aim becomes that of a withered old man with cataracts.
Maybe I'll do homework… no, I'll change first, and then I'll do my homework. I get up and rummage through my dresser to find some clothes. Another difference, before I'd be putting on a Hellsing uniform and going to HQ to research some new form of FREAK.
I take off the school uniform and put on a t-shirt and some blue-jeans. Looking at myself in the mirror I see a blank reflection, and my dead-looking eyes silhouetted by my dark hair. Excluding glasses and dark hair, I really do look a lot like my dad. Man, I miss spending time with him. I hardly ever see him now, and that's another contributing factor to my current depression.
Walking to the desk in the corner of my room, still thinking about Dad, I pull out my homework and sit down.
I'm halfway through my physics homework when my resolve hardens and I stand up.
"I have to talk to Dad. I'm in the depth of depression and I want to see him more, and do more for Hellsing and… and… I have to get my mind off of this." I head up out of the basement, and to HQ.
I find Dad in the control room yelling into a radio. He's not really mad, but on the other end of the line, it must be kind of scary.
Knowing better then to interrupt, I stand by the door and wait, looking at my father. He's pretty tall, strong… I dunno, just a chick magnet. He looks a lot younger then he actually is, and apparently I look older then I am, which leads to awkward situations. For instance, last summer he took me to a movie and the guy at the ticket counter asked if we were dating. I went beet red and Dad just about killed himself laughing. I almost felt sorry for the ticket box guy when Dad pointed out, still laughing his head off, that I'm his daughter.
He flicks off the radio, now laughing, and flips his long braid behind his back. He turns around and notices me standing by the door. I hope I caught him in a good mood.
"Mia, what're you doing here?"
"Hey Dad, can we talk?"
"Bout what?"
"Well… how come Patrick gets to help here and I can't?" Oh jeeze, did I just say that? Well this isn't going to end well, that's practically the catch phrase to tick him off, and he can definitely come up with lots of come backs on this topic. But I must fight on!
"How old are you?"
"Dad that doesn't–"
"How old are you?"
"15… but–"
"And how old is Patrick?"
"But Dad—"
"How old is he?"
"18… But—"
"Exactly. He's 18, you're 15. Give it a few years."
"You let me work here when I was 14 and younger, so—"
"Is there a point to this, or are you just looking for a fight? Because if you are, I'm not in the mood." He's dead serious, and looks like he's starting to get mad, but then, so am I.
"You won't listen to me! You never listen to me anymore! This is all because of last—!"
"Mia, consider this your last warning to let this drop." Dad's voice is deadly quiet now, like the calm before a storm, but now I'm REALLY riled up.
"No, I am NOT letting this go! Not until you listen to me! I'm not a little kid anymore! I don't need round-the-clock protection! I don't need any protection, I'm sick of this! Why do you have to be so over-protective! Just—"
"AMELIA!" Oh dear, Dad blew his top. If I was in a normal mood, I'd be running for my life right about now.
If looks could kill, that scowl he's giving me right now would knock my block off. His fists are furled and he's standing up now, towering over me. I know he'd never hit me, but at moments like this I wonder…
"Look, just… just go to your room." He says it through clenched teeth. One look says that if I stay he'll probably murder me, and I really do want to run for it, but refuse to give him the edge.
"FINE!" I yell back. I turn on my heel and stomp to the door, where I stop. "Hey dad… I HATE YOU!" I slam the door behind me against that almost sad look he gave me and run all the way to my room. Tears are burning in my eyes. I didn't want to mean those horrible words, I still don't but… somewhere deep down, I think I do.
I reach my room and throw myself onto my bed, sobbing. I finally said it… Lying on the bed crying I feel a hand on my shoulder.
"Mia, sweetie what's wrong?" Mom has entered the scene.
"N—nothing! Leave m–e al—lone!" She sits down on the bed beside me, her hand still on my shoulder.
"Did you and your father have another fight?"
"M—maybe." I do so love being difficult. But Mom, unlike Dad won't get angry. I don't think I've ever seen her angry, upset maybe, but never angry. She strokes my shoulder and hair.
"It's alright Mia, don't cry. It'll be OK."
"N—no it won't! He n–ever l—listens to m—me! He alw—ways gets mad and st—starts yelling, or t—tells me to le—leave."
"He means well, Mia. He really does, but he's just worried about you. He doesn't… I don't ever want to go through what happened last summer again…" There's a tremor in her voice now. I can tell that she's on the verge of tears too. For no reason at all, this angers me.
"What you went through! Think of what I went through!" I'm up off the bed now in a hysterical rage. My mom is just looking at me with understanding. Anger is consuming me. I feel like a monster; that'll be the vampiric side of me taking over. It still frightens me that I'm a half-blood vampire and every-so-often I get angry like this. It's all I can do to keep from lashing out at my mom.
"Mia, please sit down. We need to talk," she says calmly. Talk? TALK! I'm way past the point of talking. "Mia, sit down and control yourself. I know it's hard, but you have to fight for control."
I force myself to sit down, still seething. I don't want to hear what she has to say, don't want to know their excuse.
"Now Mia, I know you're upset and frustrated, but please calm down enough to hear me out. Try to picture where your father and I are coming from. Imagine going to check on your little girl to find the door shattered, and your daughter missing. Visualize, if you will, the fear, the worry of desperately trying to find her, and after a week of no luck, still wondering if she's dead or alive, getting a call from Iscariot saying they found her. Try to feel the joy, the relief of knowing your only daughter is safe and well. You know Mia, there are two sides to every story, and when we found you… Well… I don't think I've ever seen your father so worried, or relieved. Just think of that next time."
My anger is evaporating. I don't want to be mad, not at anyone, but… well… I can feel the guilt tugging at my heart, and I know my apology's coming.
"I'm sorry Mom… it's just… just… I don't know… I want to be free, and lately it seems that everyone's holding me back…"
"I know Mia, I know. Things will get better, don't worry." We hug and I hear my cell phone ringing. I let go of Mom and pick it up.
"Hi Mia! Are you busy?" It's Julia.
"No, why?"
"Wanna go for a bike ride and get some ice-cream?"
"Umm… I'll ask my mom," the second I open my mouth to ask, she nods and I'm good to go. "Yeah, sure, I'll be over in a minute."
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I stand by Dad's bedroom door in my pyjamas, trembling from head to fluffy bunny slippers (Patrick got them for me for Christmas).
After my talk with Mom and a nice, long bike ride with Julia my head is clear. I'm calm and relatively happy again, and I hope he is too.
I raise my hand, knock on the door, and wait, bunny's still shaking.
He opens the door with a blank face and looks at me.
"Yes?"
"Umm… Dad… I … Umm…" Just say it, say it now! "I'm sorry!" I blurt out, "I didn't mean what I said before, only I never get to see you anymore, and I know you're just trying to protect me, but you're my dad and we used to spend so much time together and now you're never around and I can't be around where you are and—"
"Were you planning on taking a breath? Cause if you pass out, we'll have a problem." He's smiling. I feel like such a dumb little kid, but I hug him anyways. I love my dad.
"I'm sorry… I—"
"I know, I know. I heard the rants, both of them. Just thank your lucky stars you got my temper." OK, now he's being sarcastic, but it's true. We're a lot alike, maybe too much so.
Oh well. I'm just glad we don't hate each other anymore, and maybe now things will finally start to improve.
A/N: So how was it? Bad? Good? Needs work? Of course it does! This is only the first chapter! Anywho… Please R&R and… Man, I can never think of what to say on these things, maybe I should just have one at the beginning… NO! I LOVE TO TALK TOO MUCH! I HAVE TO DO IT EVERY CHANCE I GET! Sorry for wasting your time if you read the last few sentences, YOU'VE BEEN SERVED TII! (totally irrelevant information) TOOTLES! UNTIL NEXT TIME! (Which will hopefully be very soon 'cause I love you guys!(In a friendly way!))
