Yet another chapter, fresh out of the oven, baked with kindness and love. And twisted humor... but that's a secret ingredient.

Okay, so I picked up another book when I got Hellsing the other day. "Waking up Screaming", a collection of stories by the horror writer H. P. Lovecraft, who is famous for his disturbing tales of macabre terror, and the Cthulhu Mythos. I'm a big Lovecraft fan, and Hellsing was actually partially inspired by his works in some ways, big and small. The stories are awsome, edge-of-your-seat thrillers that delve deep into the human psyche and show you what true terror is. Clearly, H. P. Lovecraft was the greatest horror writer of all time.

I just felt like filling you all in on a little bit of literature. Also, I may bring up a few things from the Cthulhu Mythos in this story. Hah hah hah... just a heads up. Also, thanks for the good reviews. I'm glad you all enjoy the story.

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Seras had searched every place she could think of, and the sun would be rising soon. Alucard was nowhere in sight, and she couldn't sense his presence. There where still a few places she hadn't checked yet, however. She decided to head up to the roof and search up there. She ascended the stairs, opened the door to the roof, and found it deserted. Or so she thought at first. H was leaning against the edge of the roof, his arms crossed, and his eyes lifted towards the sky. "Huh? What are you doing up here, H?" she asked as she walked towards him. He jerked backwards slightly, but then smiled.

"Hah. You scared me, Seras. I was just star-gazing," he pointed upwards at the star-speckled sky. "There is no moon out tonight, but it's still beautiful."

"Have you seen Alucard?" she leaned against the wall beside him.

"Not since our little adventure which nearly got me fired. Don't ask..." he sighed. Seras followed his advice and quickly dropped the pursuit of the subject.

"I've been trying to find him and ask him something all night," she told him. "But I can't find him."

"What did you need to ask him?" he enquired. Seras stopped to think for a few seconds.

"I forgot, actually," she laughed. "I've been so busy, I completely forgot what the question was." H joined in the laughter, then stopped. He noticed two soldiers on guard duty on the opposite side of the roof.

"Hold on. I'll go ask them if they know where he is," he told her as he headed over to them. Apparently, years of avoiding the attention of monsters had honed his sneaking skills, because he approached them undetected. As he opened his mouth to ask them about Alucard, he fell silent upon hearing the subject they where discussing.

"I heard he can kill vampires with his bare hands..." the soldier on the right whispered.

"No way. I heard he could kill ghouls with his bare hands, but a full vampire? There's no way," he left one retorted.

"You forget that all vampires are not as strong or as tough as Alucard," the right one corrected him.

"Well, that is true. But they are still pretty tough to kill. He may be a vampire killing-machine, but not with his bare hands. What did you say his name was?" the left one asked.

"I think it was 'H'. What kind of twit uses a name like 'H'?" the right one joked.

"The kind that can kill you without much effort. And yes, I killed a vampire with my bare hands once," H suddenly spoke up, leaning between the two soldiers. A tense silence befell them all, and the soldiers where obviously terrified. "He killed all my fellow operatives, but when he got to me, I showed him what the meaning of pain was. You two don't seem like you've seen much actualy combat, so the brutal details of what followed would probably make you vomit," he spoke with a solemn tone. "Now, anything else you two would like to know?" Neither of the soldiers said a word. "Good. By the way, have you seen Alucard lately?" Again, absolute silence from the two men. "Alright then. Thanks for your help." With that, he turned around and walked away.

"I think my life flashed before my eyes. Twice," the soldier on the left croaked at long last. The other one simply fainted.

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"They didn't know anything..." H informed Seras upon walked back over to her.

"Oh well. I'm sure he'll turn up eventually," she shrugged.

"Sorry I couldn't be of much help. See you later," he bid her farewell, then headed through the door and down the stairs. Nearly dead with fatigue, he returned to his room to sleep. But yet again, there was a note on his door. "What is it this time?" he groaned as he pulled it off the door.

"Get some rest. You might be going on a mission tommorrow," the message read.

"Great..." he let out a small moan, then pocketed the piece if paper and turned the door handle. The door fell off its hinges, not suprisingly. It hill the floor with a dull thud, leaving a stunned H in the doorway, his hand still gripping a broken knob. Without warning, he let out a angry shout and hurled the knob at the ground. It bounced back and struck him in the knee, causing him to hop around in pain before loosing his balance. "Yeowch!"

"Having a bad night?" Alucard's voice filtered through his ears.

"Alucard, Seras has been looking for you," H politely told him, staggering to his feet and looking around for the vampire. "Where are you?"

"I'm downstairs," came his reply. H looked down at the floor. "Yes, I'm talking to you telepathicly."

"What do you need, anyway?" H stepped over the remnants of his door and tried to pick it back up. He lifted it back into place, took a step back, and then jumped out of the way as it fell back down at him. "Curse this door to an eternity of pain and suffering!" he barked. It appeared that his patience had died a long time ago.

"Control your temper," Alucard advised him. "And I just wanted to say hello."

"Hello. Now let me go to bed," H growled, kicking the door and then walking over to his bed. He pushed the shotgun out of his way so he could lie down, and it fell off the bed. It hit the floor, and the shock caused the gun to fire. The boom resounded through the mansion, and H had barely ducked in time to avoid an unwanted lobotomy. The wall behind him was now sporting a large hole in it. "CRAP!"

"H!" Integra's voice echoed through the mansion once again.

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Poor H just can't catch a break, can he?