A/N- The special thanks go out to my wonderous fans! 10 review in three chapters. I'm really happy guys. You're the reason I continue to post this stuff :)

CherryKunoichiTenTen- I'm glad you've liked it so far!^^ I wasn't sure whether I wanted him to call her servant girl at first but I figured it'd be some sort of title for her since she is kind of the servant of them all for now.

Dawn Faye- Well then this means I'm doing a very good job then hmm? :D I had the image of Ericka just turning around to see a flash of Alucard's glove just come out and whack her in the face. Plus I found it natural that he'd get upset if she was weak, especially if she's to be under him for a little while. I wouldn't think he'd want his badass image torn down.

HUNK694- I figured I'd have to put that there. She wouldn't want the girl to suffer but sadly it was the only way. And don't worry... she gets her revenge...I just have to plan that out within these next chapters here soon.

Disclaimer-I own Ericka Hart...and Ericka only. She is the figment of my imagination that I have placed on paper. I just decided to stick her with Alucard for her torture (not really) and for the amusement of my fans as well as myself. So withought saying any more...enjoy.

Damn Vampires… Ericka placed a little cream cheese spread onto the wheat cracker and then popped it into her mouth. The salt and butter taste of the cracker combined well with the creamy spread. A glass sat next to the cracker box as she sat at the kitchen table. It was rather peaceful when everyone was asleep.

The door opened and Ericka lifted her gaze to see Sir Integra step in. The two stared for a moment before Integra moved to sit in the chair next to the girl. "Is it the insomnia again?"

Ericka lifted her shoulders, swallowing the food in her mouth before grabbing another cracker. "Kinda, I don't feel like sleeping…or training with Alucard for that matter…or even talking about the bastard." She wiggled the cracker in her hand towards Integra. "Want one?"

Integra glanced over before taking the last drag on her cigar, then shaking her head no. "I think I'll pass… I was never one for cream cheese…"

Ericka shrugged before glancing to Integra's cigar stub. "Those will kill ya if you keep smoking 'em so much." The look she earned was one that had heard the words plenty of times. Probably by Walter… she thought lightly. "Look, Sir Integra…I'm sorry I did what I did…earlier…Abbey was just so important to me…" She bowed her head. "It won't happen again though, I promise."

The woman looked to the girl before looking ahead again. "My father had passed away when I was thirteen years old." Her gaze moved to the table. "He left me in charge of the Hellsing organization on his deathbed…" She caught Ericka watching her out of the corner of her eye. "My uncle…jealous of what my father had and what I now had, tried to kill me in less than a month later."

"What did you do?"

"I shot him," Integra looked over to the teenager, her gaze steady. "I may not have raised a child, but like your sister was to you, my father was more important to me than anything else. This organization is still standing and running as it has before. Every bit of him…reminds me of him."

Ericka stared, able to see pain in the thirty two year old woman's cool blue eyes.Pain makes us stronger… the words from an old movie quote flew through her mind like a soft breeze. She glanced down to her comfort food she'd been eating due to the earlier events of the day, and looked back up to Integra with a half smile. Standing, she put away the snack, Integra watching her as she did so.

"Is your insomnia going away then?"

Ericka nodded, "Yeah…thanks for the talk." She opened the door before glancing over her shoulder, "uh…Sir Integra?"

"Yes, Ms. Hart?"

"…I…I think your father would be proud of you."

Integra jerked at the comment, eyes widening lightly. She slowly looked towards the girl, who looked as if she were prepared to be slapped. For the first time in a while…Integra was unsure how to respond.

I'm gonna get yelled at…I can feel it… Ericka shut her eyes when the silence continued, turning to leave.

"Thank you…Ericka."

A sigh of relief left her body as she looked over her shoulder, a light smile on her lips. "You're welcome boss…night."

"Good night… Integra took the box from her pocket and prepared to pull a cigar out of it, but paused for a moment. Staring at the end of the stick, she slowly shook her head and put it back in the box.

Ericka walked alongside Walter, girls, or young women's clothes on either side of them. Normally used to shopping alone, she felt slightly awkward with the man next to her. The last time she'd gone shopping with her mother was when she was little. That was before Mom was into drugs… Ericka had the image of her mother, pregnant with Abbey at the time, holding the hand of an eleven year old Ericka. She had smiling green eyes that matched her daughter's, and her dark hair was long and braided neatly down her back. When did it go wrong? Ericka was wondering this as she silently grabbed clothes and handed them to Walter.

The man lifted a brow. "I see that you like red, white and black…" he gestured to the many red and white button-up shirts and black pants.

Ericka looked to him with a frown. "They're my favorite colors…and the only ones that seem to go good with me. Why, you got any color ideas?" She made a face. "Don't say pink either; I can't stand pink."

Laughter escaped the man as he was suddenly reminded of a younger Integra. "May I suggest purple then?"

Ericka raised a brow at the shirt he held out to her, a tilt to her head as she thought. "Sure, Walt; we can try out purple." She turned to see a wall of bras and panties. "Hey, uh…wait here a second alright?"

The man nodded, watching her walk to the women's undergarments. She disappeared momentarily before returning, five bras and quite a few pairs of underwear in hand. "Alright…I think were done here Walt; let's head home-" she blinked at her words. "I mean… let's head back."

Walter smiled gently at her. She'll get used to it…eventually. "Yes, Ms. Hart," He stated finally, slightly enjoying the nickname she'd dubbed him as he followed her to the checkout.

When they returned, Integra was waiting for them. "Ms. Hart, please go give Alucard his blood pack. He should be awake by now. I'll have Walter take your clothes to your room later… we have business to attend to at the moment."

Ericka nodded, obediently walking to the kitchen and grabbing the large glass bowl and a blood pack. Holding the corner of the plastic between her blunt teeth, she held the bowl in one arm and grabbed ice from the freezer with her free hand. Her eyes were lidded as she did this, her mind seemingly empty of thought and her guard down for the most part. It was only natural for her to jump at the sound of Alucard's voice.

Have you ever thought about how blood tastes?

The teen spun around, eyes scanning the room as she grabbed the blood pack, releasing it from her teeth's grasp. "Alucard…" her eyes narrowed, "I'm still pissed at you from last night ya know."

His chuckle seemed to fill the room, though he wasn't there. No…her head, it was coming from inside her head. Well, servant girl?

The girl let out a low hiss of annoyance. "No…now get the fuck out of my head. And stop asking these fucked up questions." Finishing with the ice, she lightly slammed the freezer door shut.

There was no response, only more laughter as he left her mind. Ericka rolled her eyes as she headed for the stairs. Her cargo pants swished softly, caused by the rubbing of the fabric as she walked. The white tank top she wore hugged her athletic form and allowed cool air from the basement to slide across her bare shoulders and collar bones. Her sneakers barely made a noise as she made her decent.

It didn't take long for her to reach the table and throne where she set the bowl down. "Okay Alucard, there's your stuff…blood on the rocks." She looked up, expecting him to magically appear as he'd done before. "…Alucard?" Ericka glanced behind the throne, a soft glow far off catching her eye. Brows furrowed as her lips pressed together. Hmmm… looking around, she curiously walked towards the soft yellow light.

"Alucard..." her voice was soft as she looked around. "Sheesh, I didn't know this came back this far…" Goose bumps appeared as the air grew colder. "God…fucking cold…" she rubbed her hands up and down her arms, trying to gain warmth from the friction. Advancing farther back, she found that the light was made by candles.

"Whoa…" Ericka stared at the ebony black coffin the candles were next to. It was wood, but instead of looking as if it were merely painted black, the coffin appeared to be black, charred wood.

Though something told her not to, she slowly approached the box. So this is where Alucard sleeps huh? She tilted her head some in thought. I wonder if there's dirt inside it like all those superstitions say… Ericka did a quick look around before reaching a hand out toward the lid. One little peek won't hurt. Her fingers were just inches away from touching it.

Like lightning a hand came out of the darkness and gripped her wrist tightly. The star and inscriptions around the circle surrounding the five pointed shape were clearly visible against the white glove.

Oh shit, Ericka's eyes were round as she was spun around to face a rather unhappy Alucard. Her free hand flailed about in an attempt to keep balance, knocking the wine glass out of his hand. Both watched as it smashed against the stone floor.

"Uh…" Ericka turned to look into narrowed red eyes. "My bad…" gingerly tugging her wrist from his grip, she knelt down to pick up the broken shards. Note to self; never touch the guy's bed-OW! Skin brushed against a sharp edge enough to break skin. Standing, she held her left index finger up to see a large amount of blood leaking from the tip.

Alucard sighed impatiently when the scent hit his nose. As his gaze narrowed in on the teen's bleeding digit, he watched as pure…fresh…virgin blood slid down her finger. Eyes blazing, he grasped her wrist and yanked her towards his body. A shocked yelp escaped the girl as he did so, but it went unnoticed.

Was it Sir Integra, he would do nothing. He would let Walter bandage it and the wound would heal on its own. Though she too had virgin blood, Alucard would do his best to keep control over his hunger. But this was not his master, and he had not been fed yet and this was virgin blood…fresh virgin blood. Such a thing was so rare a treat for the vampire. His tongue came out, the tip catching the blood drop that slid down her finger, and he licked the trail to the tip of the finger. His lips surrounded the injured section of flesh and sucked. So good…her blood tasted so good. His eyes looked up to see Ericka's dazed expression. Green eyes were half open, pupils dilated slightly and her lips were parted ever so slightly. A smirk hit his face; oh…so she was enjoying herself as well.

Shivers made their way down Ericka's spine as she watched him. It had taken her a little to keep from gasping as his tongue slid along the inside edge of her finger. His lips were somewhat rough against her skin as he sucked on her finger tip, which rested securely between his teeth. She could feel his eyes on her as his hand loosened its grip on her. His thumb barely rubbed the soft inside of her wrist, causing goose bumps to break out over her body. Her mind felt foggy as she eyed his lips. How would they feel elsewhere?

She shook her head. Where did that come from? Taking a step back, Ericka cautiously pulled her hand away. The vampire looked at her in response, tongue licking over his lips. Red eyes seemed to be looking into her soul as she backed away. "Y-your blood pack…is…is on the table." She ran a hand through her hair, continuing to increase the gap between them. "I'm sorry…I… I have to go now." At this moment, she turned and bolted towards the stairs, her mind screaming the whole time. What the hell is wrong with me?

Alucard watched her leave, the wondrous flavor of her life source still on his tongue. Her mind was full of thoughts now, this much he knew. Skimming through some of them, he chuckled at her idea that there was something wrong with her. The other was that she had indeed enjoyed his feeding from her. What was most intriguing though, was that she at the time…didn't want him to stop.

Interesting…he thought making his way to his throne and sitting. No doubt the girl would be too afraid to tell Integra. A smirk hit his lips; and so it begins. His gaze found the blood pack and he reached for it. Tearing it open he began to drink, suddenly aware of the dull taste. However, blood was blood and he continued to drink it as his eyes looked ahead, already longing for the sweeter red wine within the servant girl's body.

Ericka burst into her room to find Walter laying her new clothes on her bed.

The man straightened, taking in her unnerved expression. "Ms. Hart," his eyes found her bleeding finger. "What on earth happened?"

"What, oh…oh this?" Ericka lifted her left hand. "Nothing, it was just an accident."

"Shall I"

"No, Walt, I'll take care of it." Ericka rushed in and gently pushed the man to the door.

"Are you sure everything's alright?" Walter's tone seemed shocked.

"Yeah, just peachy Walter; don't worry about me okay? I'll take care of it." With that she shut the door, thankful for the lock. She stood there, waiting until she heard his footsteps leaving before letting out a sigh. Her back rested against the door for a little while as she calmed herself down. Finally her feet took her to the bathroom and she began cleaning blood off from her finger in the sink; the water turning pink as the crimson mingled and washed down the drain. What even brought that on? Ericka shook her head in thought. "It doesn't matter. It won't happen again." Although the tongue sliding along my finger and his thumb rubbing my wrist was kind of erotic…

"Stop it!" She growled to herself reaching into the cabinet above the sink and finding a bandage. "I'll just avoid him for a while so I can stop thinking about it."

But you can't! Was the singsong voice in her head, sounding oddly cheerful about it. He's your teacher in combat starting tomorrow!

A groan passed her lips. "Fuck my life!" Placing the bandage on the cut she sighed. Her head bowed down as she tried to think of an excuse for Sir Integra. Finding none, she let her shoulder's slump as she made her way back to her room. The clock on her nightstand read 10:15. Putting her clothes away, she let her mind wander.

God I really don't want to go train tomorrow. I don't even need combat practice really. I- hey this shirt is about the color of Alucard's eyes…those deep soul piercing eyes…Wonder if he'll want my blood again tomorrow. Did he even like the taste of it? Maybe I should-" Ericka shook her head furiously a growl escaping. "Enough!" slamming a dresser drawer shut, she began to change into her pajamas.

"…." She held the cotton nightgown up to eye level. "Ugh…" the right heel of her palm collided with her forehead. "You idiot…you forgot to buy pajamas." She stared for a little while before tossing the gown aside. She finished stripping down until she was only in a bra and underwear, a butterfly of midnight blue and purple flames slightly visible on her right hip, and then she walked over to flick off the light. Waiting for a moment for her eyes to adjust, she stood there; taking in the room as she slowly began to see. The bed, the night stand, the two tall dressers, the other dresser and its mirror…filled with eyes...the-

Wait…Eyes? Ericka quickly looked back to the mirror finding it empty. She rubbed her right temple letting out a breath. It's nothing…just a trick of the dark; that's all it is. Walking over towards her bed, she crawled under the blankets. Just a long…eventful day…that's all. Her lids grew heavy as she rolled, facing the dresser and mirror. As she closed her eyes…Ericka could've sworn she saw the eyes again with a gaze that pierced her very being.

Okay...so we've got some connection starting now...we'll see where it takes them. What will Alucard do? What will Ericka do?

Ericka- Well...I guess I'm gonna-

*Covers mouth so she cannot speak* NYUUU You musn't Ruin the surprise!