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Chapter #10: Jigs and Reels

The trip to the blasted museum was being, to put it in some way, awkward. Walter drove while Seras was put in a van, driving behind us along some other soldiers in case we needed help. And while Alucard would usually travel by his own means, today he was sitting at the back of the small limo, sandwiched between Integra, who looked as if she didn't give a damn about the situation and Inés, who was trying her best to merge with the car door in order not to touch the midian, whose eyes never left her form. The only good thing that was happening to her at that moment was the fact that Integra's window was opened and the foul smell of the smoke wasn't filling the car.

The situation was too much for her so she decided to entertain herself wandering about what had happened to her in the last 24 hours? She didn't even know how much time had passed. Brown eyes looked tiredly at the fast moving landscape that her window showed while her hand rose to rest just above her chest. She clutched the yellow fabric furiously; it didn't hurt now but the pain she had felt was too real. The only thing she knew was that when the pain emerged, the star would be smaller, or at least that was what had happened. What caused it, she did not know. The teen sighed, closing her eyes. She had admitted to herself that, somehow, she had ended in a fictional world and cursed all in one night and she had no idea how to deal with it. It was all she had dreamed about while writing bad fan fiction and daydreaming…She was sitting next to freaking Alucard, but she couldn't bring herself to enjoy it, she was far too preoccupied to do it. Alucard… Inés turned her head to him and frowned in deep thought, eyes losing focus after a while. He said it was dark magic, he must know something.

"See something you like?" The midian asked with a hint of amusement in his voice. Of course he would catch her staring.

"Yes". She answered boldly. Two could play this game and she was not someone who backed down from a challenge. Besides, she might as well enjoy herself.

His smile fell for a second before being replaced with an even bigger grin. That answer had taken him by surprise. He chuckled darkly as his gloved fingers removed the tinted glassed from his face, revealing his glowing crimson eyes which focused once more on the little human before him.

"Such thoughts are not proper of a good little virgin like yourself, my dear". He purred while tapping her forehead with his index.

"I'm a virgin not a nun and I have seen and thought way worse". She said dismissively as she slapped his hand off her face. "And half of those things involved you". She added in her mind.

"Oh. I have no idea you were such a naughty little thing. And please, do tell me, which ones did you enjoy the most?" His face came dangerously close to her. Now, he was just teasing and playing with her! The nerve of this guy! Well, challenge accepted, bitch.

She smirked what she thought was a flirty smile and lidded her eyes as she took hold of his cravat and whispered in a husky tone.

"Wanna find out?" She finished, sliding the red silk off her hand slowly as she licked her lips, careful not to droll; thing that had happened more than once in the past…Nope, she was never a good seductress. But blame it on the fact that they were in a fictional world, it worked!

By the time she had retracted completely, a hand was gripping her thigh, replacing her on her previous place: too close to the vampire for comfort. His eyes were fixed on her now glossy lips and his eyes were equally lidded.

"Maybe I will…". His lips ghosted upon hers, lightly touching.

"Ejem… That will be quite enough, servant. Stop intimidating her". The commanding and disturbingly calm voice of Integra brought them back to the reality of the car and it was then that she realized her position. "Go check the perimeter and then come back, your mission today is to protect not only me but her as well".

"Very well, my master. I shall go". He gave Inés a last look filled with reluctance? And finally phased through the door, leaving the two women alone. A thing that Inés was grateful for because a deep shade of red had begun to take over her pale face and part of her neck.

The young leader glared at her, although it was more of a –WTF did just happened- angry stare. She shrugged and laughed nervously, not knowing it herself.

"Believe me, it won't happen again". Like hell she was doing that again! She didn't know who she feared most, the blood raged vampire or the horny one. Inés shivered at the memory and exited the car, followed by the blond, who was shaking her head mumbling something about her being the only one having to deal with stuff like this.

"Great, now I'm lost again. If they gave me a coin every time I got lost in this universe, I'd be rich by now". She was looking at a beautiful painting of some kind of nobleman as these thoughts crossed her mind.

Once out of the car and with Integra gone, she had been surprised to find herself alone in the entrance of the great gallery so, not wanting to confront Alucard at the moment, she had decided to wander the numerous halls of paintings. At least she had all this wonderful art to entertain herself with until they finished talking with Maxwell.

So here she was now, staring at the different colours and nothing more. It was then when the familiar flame erupted from her tattoo. She found herself on her knees again thanks to the insufferable pain which had somehow increased since the first time. Why did this happen?! She hadn't done anything to trigger the curse! She gritted her teeth as the pain slowly faded, leaving a sense of tiredness and drowsiness behind. Would this increase every time it happens? She hoped not. Inés rose from the ground panting heavily while a thin layer of sweat covered her skin. "Damn"

She opened the collar of her shirt. A ten-pointed star stared back at her. Buttoning up the fabric, she reassumed her inspection of the oil before her.

"It is indeed a great painting, you have good taste in art, lass" A man with a clear Irish accent spoke near her, scaring her in the process. "Hahahaha. No need to get jumpy, I won't bite" The happiness and playfulness of his voice matched the large smile on his scarred face. His friendly look was completed with a pair of bright green eyes that gave away kindness.

She knew this man right away; the scar on his cheek, the long grey coat and the big silver cross hanging from his neck gave him away too easily. Father Alexander Anderson. She considered running but came to the conclusion that she wouldn't outrun him so she quickly checked that her hair covered any Hellsing insignia instead. His smile never flattered and it was quite contagious so before she knew it, she was smiling as well.

"I will have to bring the kids here someday" The priest commented to no one in particular. Ah yes, he run an orphanage. She didn't dislike this character, in fact, she like him a bit but after some pondering and that made her feel sad for his death. She finally came to the conclusion that it was better for her to stick in just one side so she would have to stay away from the Iscariots and Millennium as well… Not that she had any intention to join the last; she hated every single one of its members except for Rip, and she dies as well. Backing away from him in a way that wasn't too suspicious, Inés made her way to the end of the hall where she turned the first corner she came upon.

There, in front of her, was none other than Enrico Maxwell with his back to her and an astonished Integra, who, for the second time that day, gave her a total WTF look. At her weird expression, the bishop turned just slightly to find the uniformed teen while a sick smirk showed on his as he recognized the logo on her shirt.

"My...now your organization employs children? It is a bit low, even for someone as yourself, although it doesn't surprise me at all. Coming from a protestant pig". Twitching, that's what could be seen in her left eye. Unfortunately the bishop wasn't paying much attention to her, being busier pointing out all of Hellsing faults. He didn't catch either the change in the temperature that seemed to have dropped a few degrees, nor the looming shadow that was beginning to appear from the wall opposite to him.

"You called my master a pig and you think that you will live?" Alucard said materializing from said wall; shadows still sticking to his partially melted body, giving him a demonic appearance. In a blink, a gun was aimed at the catholic's forehead.

"Servant, I told you she was your responsibility. What is she doing here?"The Hellsing leader demanded, eyes never leaving Maxwell.

"Oh? So she's not only a filthy heathen but that pet of your's new toy". He said trying to conceal the fear of being targeted by the intimidating vampire and of course, failing to do so.

If this was the anime, veins would be showing on top of her head. She hated him before but having him here was a different deal, she was beyond pissed.

"Ahahahah you've fallen so low, dear Hellsing. You are nothing! Not your vampire...not that whore of his". He shouted turning towards her while raising an accusing finger.

"That's it. It is on bitch!" Inés said as she advanced towards the mad bishop, who was still laughing at the top of his lungs like the mad man he was. "Reza lo que sepas, obispo!" And with that said she punched him in the face with all her strength and fury, which was not much, but apparently was enough to make a loud crack echo through the halls of the museum as a pointed nose broke and a bishop fell to the ground on his butt. Blood was flowing from his wound nonstop while he tried to cover his broken face with his now red stained gloved hands.

"T-t-this is unacceptable! Y-you won't get away with this! ANDERSON!" In that moment, from the end of the long hallway appeared a huge figure with a shining cross at their neck. He advanced with loud footsteps, bayonets in hand and a speech flowing from his pushed back lips. Alucard reacted quickly, pushing the girl behind him and looking straight at the priest with a huge maniac grin. The tension could be cut with a knife; both of them were laughing hysterically with their weapons ready to attack. The teen just smiled knowingly

"Three, two, one…" Alucard watched her puzzled and was about to ask but the cheery and high pitched voice of his fledgling interrupted him.

"Right this way!" Suddenly, a group of old Asians invaded the scene. And as expected from Inés, both psychopaths retreated with a round of giggles in the background. Her glee was short lived though when a green hard stare pined her to the ground. She smiled up at his serious expression.

"You have great taste in art, but a horrid one in allies, lass" The sound of metal reached her ears as he moved his swords from the 'cross' pose. "The path of redemption is still at your grasp, God is forgiving. Don't let the darkness temp you". And with that said and a last angry look at the midian, he was gone in a cloud of bible pages. A long silence…

"I'M NOT WITH HIM!" The Spanish huffed out of breath. This was going to be a long adventure.

Inés started to leave when someone caught her hand and held it in a tight grip, turning her over to meet angry red irises narrowing at her.

"Do not do that ever again". The old vampire said with a dark look in his face and a threatening voice.

"Do what?" Inés fidget uncomfortably under Alucard's intense gaze. He stood there for a minute, just glaring at her.

"Running away from me. Go with Seras". She looked down, unmoving and made a strangled noise that, to him, sounded like a whimper some wounded animal would make. His voice was still dark although it had softened a bit.

"You aren't going to cry because of this, are you?" He said with a scowl, not wanting to play babysitter with a moody teenager.

"No. It's not that..." She gave a little squeeze. "You're still holding my hand..." She wondered how they would felt without the white cloth surrounding them. She quickly shook her head when a not so good thought crossed her mind before it could develop in something else. However, she couldn't fight the blush that crept into her cheeks taking up the rest of her face and part of her neck again. "Damn…"

He looked down at their intertwined hands for a second only to let go of angrily and fade into the wall next to her. Before he was fully gone, however, he took notice of her flustered face and chuckled darkly, wondering just how low it went.

"Don't get yourself in trouble" A cry escaped the girl's lips as well as some other words no respectable lady should ever say.

"You're lucky that I have a crush on you" The words came as an angry whisper she was sure only her would hear. When she looked up, she was proved wrong. Just her luck.

The Vampire King had stopped abruptly, he wasn't looking at her but she knew.

He had heard.