Chapter 2

Hello again! I'm sorry it's taken me so long to get this out, but here it is, Chapter 2! I hope you all enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing, Hellsing Ultimate, or Hellsing Ultimate Abridged.

(Aya's POV)

The man in red suddenly appeared before me and by reflex my right fist shot out toward his face. He intercepted me, bringing my fist closer to his face. "You're hurt, miss." The tall man says, breathing in deeply, his lips parted slightly, enough for me to notice his teeth where pretty white, his canines sharp-looking. 'Could he be one too? He doesn't seem like the other guy, he seems nice. Handsome even.' My face flushed pink and I cast my eyes downward in embarrassment.

He lifted his left hand, carefully freeing a shard of glass from my palm. I winced slightly, but made no move to stop him. I looked back up, only to find him grinning at me, almost mischievously. However, I had no time to ask him anything or contemplate his grin, for the Scottish man had charged forward. The red man turned and quickly drew his gun and severed the Scott's left leg, his own momentum causing him to fall to the ground face first, skidding slightly.

"Miss, please stay behind me. I shall protect you." The man in red told me. I stayed put, slightly lost in thought. 'This man... He seems a bit familiar, but why? I have never seen him before, then again, I haven't gotten that good of a look at his face. He sure is tall, though. And his shoulders are wide... He's probably got some nice muscle tone under that duster of his...' My mind flashed me with an image of a tall man with long black hair, beautiful blue eyes, a broad, strong set of shoulders and a highly toned and chiseled chest and stomach. He was shirtless but wore a pair of what seemed to be black leather pants that where snug fitting around his powerful legs. A seductive smirk played on his lips.

I was suddenly jolted out of my odd midnight daydream by the red-haired vampire snarling and crawling forward, only to be met my the red man's boot to his face, a crunching sound being emitted on contact. The red man seemed to emit a snarl of his own, directing it towards the redhead.

Moments later, the red man spoke, although he was not adressing myself nor the Scottish vampire at his feet. "Seras, I want you to take this woman to the convoy, I do not wish her to see this." He spoke in a commanding tone to a young blonde woman who had apparently come up behind me silently. I was about to protest, this man had saved my life and I didn't even know his name or anything about him! I should stay and help him or at least say thank you!

However, as soon as I had opened my mouth, my knees gave out from under me and I fell limply into the woman's arms, completely exhausted. Just before my mind was swallowed by the black abyss of unconsciousness, I heard the man's voice echo in my head. There is no need to worry, you shall see me again... And I am known as Alucard.

~((Timeskip of three days, brought to you by comfy sheets and tons of pillows))~

(Alucard's POV)

I mumble under my breath, "What a waste of human life source..." I head to the hospital wing, my cloak billowing outwards. My footsteps quick and lightly placed, I couldn't hold my excitement. I alone had found my No-Life Queen, finally in all my years of waiting for her reincarnate. This melinia would be the best one yet, my whole existance has been waiting on my beloved to return to me and now, 500 years have past and finally I will hold her in my arms again.

My thoughts go to a more distant time where nobles and princsses lived and my heart aches for my beloved castle. My thoughts are brought back to the present and I open the guest room door. There she is, her chest rising and falling under the covers, my eyes soften at the very sight of her. I sit down beside her in an arm chair and watch over her, barely moving. I watch as the nurses fuss over here and glare at me on occasion but nothing too severe, all I had to do was give them a toothy grin and they moved on.

My thoughts turn again as they always do to the summer nights my love and I strolled. The night roses blooming at the highest peak of the moon, my darling's hair twirling in the wind. Her smile brought me to have another memory of when my love and I were carefree and had nothing to worry about but when we would go out next. That was back then, before I was the Impaler, even before I was nosforatu.

I sigh and hear a low moan from the bed. 'Ahh she would wake soon.' My judgement was right she soon attempted to sit up. "Relax, you'll reopen your wounds." She loked down at herself, then looked at me with a death glare. I simply chuckled. "What did I do?" I asked her, grining. She glared at me. "What am I wearing? Where are my clothes! D-did you undress me?!" She looked horified at me, I simply refused answering, just seeing her seething in anger was delicous.

She soon fell into a quite amusing state of hysteria, and so I decided to humor my little queen by responding. "I did nothing of the sort. The butler here cleaned and dressed your wounds, the maids undressed and cleansed your body, then re-dressed you. You have been resting here for three days. I have simply been watching over you." I grinned at her speachless response, watching her search for something to say. She parted her lips, appearently finding her voice, however, she was inturrupted when the door opened and Walter walked in.

(Aya's POV)

((Dream))

I ran, trying to find my way quickly and stelthily through the stone hallways. I passed numerous wooden doors and stone archways branching off into other parts of the stone strutcture. I opened a few doors, looking quickly around the rooms, my robes fluttering around me. None of the rooms held what- or who- I was searching for.

I flew down the hallway, silent as a ghost, searching. I soon came upon a door wich was slightly ajar. Peering in, I found the chamber I had been searching for, however, the room seemed to hve been ransacked, contents of drawers an cabinets strewn everywhere. The knicknacks and different small objects had been sweeped from the tabletops and counters where they had been sat by the owner of the room. Tapisteries along the walls had been torn or shreadded, revealing the cold, grey stone that stood behind them, the bed had been most completely upended, pillows and furs on the floor.

I looked around a little longer, trying to find some clue as to where my target had gone. Finding very little, I turned to make my way out of the bedchamber, when I was met by a hard surface. Before me was a rather tall male in thick armor, I had run into his chestplate. I looked up and into clear blue eyes that seemed to root me to the stone my feet where placed upon. He had long, black hair and strong, rugged, handsome fetures, his jaw and upper lip covered in light, but not unattractive stubble. His palm rested on a rather thick longsword sitting in its sheath attached to his hip.

I lept away from him, my robes fluttering and what little armor and equiptment I carried on my person clanked around at the suden movement. I raised a short sword in defence with my right hand, griping the hilt somewhat tightly in my fingerlss-glove covered palm. I was slghtly nervous at this confontation, unused to my targets facing me head-on. 'This may prove to be a challenge.' We stared eachother down like that for a few immesurable moments before I spoke. "You are The Impaler." He regaurded me with a breif look of surprise. "I am. You are who they sent to attempt to take my life? You're a woman. That's a strange choice for them. They normally don't accept women into their ranks."

I regaurded him with some respect. 'He's done his research.' I decided to reveal my face at this time, dropping my grey hood and unbuttoning my high collar to reval the full extent of my face. He raised his eyebrows in surprise. "I suppose they made an acception in my case." He seemed hesatant. "Ilona? Is that you?" My eyes widened in shock. "How do you know me?" I demanded, switching my sword to a more offensive position. "You do not remember me? You and I met close to ten years ago. You were but a child of eight summers. You and I sat in the library, I taught you to read. Do you not remember? How did they get to you? What have they done?"

I back away, shaking my head, trying to deny what he was saying to me. My head hurt more and more at his words. I accidentally backed into the stone wall, my impaired state and the sudden jolt causing me to drop my sword, but I cared not. I slid down the wall, crdleing my aching head in my hands. He stepped forward, seeming concerned, but his actions and proximity causing my head more searing pain. I paniced and darted for the door, to escape.

I was halted, however, he had seized hold of me and the pain became a white, searing one, my vision white, and then my conciousness was lost to me...

"Ilona, what is this one?" I was surrounded by shelves full of books, from loor to celing. My body was covered by an itchy brown garb that passed for a female slave's dress. I sat at a wooden table, a few books and empty parchment strune across it's dark surface. Across from myself was young man, in his teens, possibly a full eighten summers. He was taching me to read and write. I looked down to the word on the page the young noble had pointed to. "K...Kin...Kingdom." The boy had dark red and black robes on with golden accenting. His face was handsome and his eyes where like the calm blue of the sky. His skin was fair, his hair black as night.

"Good. What about this one?" His long index finger slid overthe book's pages to another word. "Pa-Paridise. Highness, my I ask question...?" The teen gave me a look over the table, refusing to answer me or give permission, nd I at there akwardly under his stare for a minute or two. "V-Vlad... May I?" His lips turned up at the corners just a bit. "You know you don't have to adress me formally, nor do you need my permision, Ilona." My cheeks flushed a bit. "Y-yes. Why me, Vlad...? Why are you so kind to me?"

He did not answer, but insted rose from the seat he had been at and turned away, striding away from the table, leaving me bewiltered; had I done something wrong? "Come, please, Ilona." I jumped up and rushed to follow him out of the libray. He led me silently to the slavemaster's quarter, rapping on the door and waiting for the greesy bald man to open his door. Once he had, the scowl that had been on his face dispersed into an overly happy smile. His belt was askew, he had just fixed it to open the door, having most likely been having his way with one of the female slaves.

"Highness! What may I do for you?" He glanced around him and noticed me to the prince's right and behind him. "Has she been in your way, sire? Or was she not doing her chores? Or did she not satisfty you, Sire?" I flinched back slightly from the slavemaster's reach, but did nothing more, fearing harsher reprocussions. "No, nothing of the sort." Vlad said, stepping between myself and the slavemaster. "I wish to buy her." He told the slavemaster.

"B-but sire, we have plenty of other, higher quality slaves." The slavemater said, wringing his hands and shooting me an enraged glare. "No, I wish to have her." The prince insisted. "V-very well, sire." He left to fetch the deed to me, shooting me another dirty glare. He soon returned, exchangeing the deed for a few gold coins with the prince. "Thank you. Come, Ilona."

Vlad headed away leaving me near the slavemaster in the hallway, stunned. The greesy man pinned me against the opposite wall once the prince rounded the corner, unaware that I was not following. "Watch yurself, girl. Yur not gettin away from me that easily. I'll slip into yur bedchamber when you least expect it. Bet yull enjoy it too." He released me and I quickly raced after the man who now held my deed, terrified.

Whence I caught up to him, he had been waiting for me, realizing I had fallen behind. "Are you alright, Ilona?" He was concerned. "Yes, sire." He frowned, my paled face gave away my emotions. "Won't you tell me what happened? Did he threaten you?" I nodded, unable to trust my voice not to break. Vlad embraced me then. "Do not worry. I shall protect you." He released me, then held up the deed infront of me, then tore it into pieces. "That is, if you wish me to. You are free now." I stood there, stunned, then began to cry. "Yes, please." I wold've fallen, had he not caught me. I cried for a while, until I fell asleep in his arms, exhausted.

I wake in a strange place, in a room and a bed I have never seen before. I sit up quickly, only to regret it. My whole body seemed to ache. My hands and forearms where wrapped in bandages, my right bicep too, and my left ankle seemed to be wrapped with an ace bandaege. "Relax, you'll reopen your wounds." A smooth voice drifted over to me from my right.

I hope you all enjoyed this chapter and hopefully I'll have chapter 3 out soon, but I'm going through packing and moving into a new place, so it may be a while.

Thanks again! R&R

-Skull