A/N-Alright, sorry for the delay folks. With college goin' on I haven't had much of a break. But now I've finally had a bit of a breath and sat my butt down to work. Hopefully this chapter soothes ya'lls fix of darling Ericka and Bad Ass Alucard!

Thanks go out to Hunk694, Hannah, .snow0 and ichigo1508. Thanks for the comments everybody! Let's see if we can keep 'em commin.

Disclaimer- Ericka is MINE! Alucard and the rest of the kick ass cast are not (Sadly...although I'd just make Alucard mine...)

What am I doing out here?

Ericka stared out into the hallway of the Hellsing mansion. What floor am I even on? She began to walk now, trying to find familiar things within her surroundings. "Hello…Walter, are you around here? Sir Integra…where is everyone?"

"Servant girl…."

Ericka paused in mid-step. "Alucard, is that you?" She looked around now, a small frown on her face. "Alright…where are you? If this is a joke, I swear I'll kick your undead ass…" she turned to see a small mirror on the wall. Taking a step towards it, the reflective glass turned black, blood read eyes appearing next.

A gasp exited her before she heard the snapping jaws of a ghoul; a sound she knew too well. Turning she saw a cloud of blackness making its way towards her, the ghoulish noises coming from inside it.

Hiding a whimper, she turned to run. "Alucard, where the hell are you," she called. "Alucard, please help!"

"Servant girl…" A gust of air hit her as she reached another hall. "Come this way…"

Ericka turned, almost immediately; running as fast as she could. She could still hear the ghouls behind her. They were getting louder as they grew closer…and closer.

Then they were gone as she burst through a set of double doors. Ericka quickly shut them behind her before looking around the room, suddenly frowning. That's funny…I don't recognize this room. She peered ahead at the open balcony, moonlight pouring in. The curtains moved in the small breeze, revealing a figure in red.

"Alucard?" Ericka made her way towards the man, bare feet hitting cold cement when she reached the balcony.

He didn't look at her. "It's a perfect night…isn't it, servant girl."

Ericka stood next to him before looking up at the sky, a full moon staring back. She nodded, facing the vampire now. "Alucard, I-" She didn't get to finish as he spun to face her. He grasped her hips and pulled her close in a rough motion, earning a gasp from her. Eyes wide, she watched as he let one gloved hand brush along the skin of her neck.

"Such sweet blood…" Alucard stared red, almost hungry eyes boring into her. "I want more of it… I want more of you."

"I…" she tried to struggle against the dazed feeling that began to seep into her brain like before. "But"

"Didn't you like me drinking your blood?" He moved towards her, face inches from hers. "Don't you want me to drink from you again?"

Ericka was trembling now, mouth open a little in shock. Did he have to be so close? She inhaled a little, the scent of him fogging her brain even more. It was true; she had enjoyed him drinking from her before. "Okay…" She finally told him. "Just a little…but…you'll never get any more after this and you absolutely cannot tell Integra."

Alucard gave a small grin, standing up straight now. In a swift motion he scooped her up and had her sitting on the railing. Arms around her waist, he nuzzled her neck and pushed himself between her legs and pressed his body against hers. "I will make you mind…Ericka." His hands gripped the cotton of her nightgown.

Wait…he said my name. He's never said my name…and I didn't go to bed in the nightgown. She was about to question what was going on when Alucard's fangs pierced her delicate skin.

With a gasp, Ericka awoke hugging onto a pillow that was flush against her torso. A light sweat had broken out over her as she sat up. At this point she was well aware that she'd kicked off all but the sheets off of the bed during the night and she felt slightly hot. A hand made its way through tangled hair, her nose wrinkling in disgust at the oily feeling of the unwashed mess. "I need a shower." Crawling out of bed, she exited her room and entered the bathroom, uncaring that she was only in her bra and underwear. Turning on the water for the shower, she stripped out of the fabrics that kept her decent, tested the temperature, and stepped inside.

A sigh exited Ericka as the hot water allowed her muscles to relax. She grabbed the bottle that said 'shampoo' and glanced at the label. Hrm…strawberry, she shrugged flipping the lid open and squeezing a small amount of the substance on her palm. Capping the bottle, she rubbed shampoo into her hair, causing a decent lather before rinsing it out. She did this with the conditioner as well, her mind churning with thought.

The dream she'd had was strange and caused by her last encounter with the vampire no doubt. The girl made a face at this. Why did she even have that dream? It wasn't as if she was attracted to him. Ericka could admit that he was a rugged, good looking guy… but that was all she could say about him.

Not completely true…you also like him 'cause he could totally be a Dom against you and you love that fact.

Ericka rolled her eyes at this tidbit of thought. It was true; a male who held dominance was indeed a turn on. She would never in her life go for Alucard though…vampires had fucked her life up so far.

You just need to get laid…that's all. Her mind was chipper, Just a good screw and you'll be good. Alucard was the only guy that had good qualities and that you could think of at the time.

A snort escaped Ericka; the fact of needing 'a good screw' was hardly possible. Plus, if that were the case she could easily think of other guys to dream about.

Really… her mind countered, name one.

This caused the girl to frown as she thought. Surely there was someone she'd been attracted to back in Ohio. Chat…no, Chat was the one she'd beat up in the middle school. Billy had tried to grope her during tenth grade gym class and she'd kicked him in the groin. Brows furrowed until a name rang in her ears; Terrance…

Ericka's eyes lit up as the nineteen year old male's face appeared in her mind. Satisfied, she turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around her body. Yes, Terrance had been a very intriguing guy. They'd met when she was about fifteen and he'd just turned nineteen. They'd both gotten roles when a theater decided to play 'REPO! The Genetic Opera'. She was the sick daughter of the Repo man, Shiloh, and he was the drug dealing Grave robber.

Heading back to her room, a smile appeared on her face. Yes, she liked Terrance much better than Alucard. The older boy had loved Abbey and was willing to watch her when Ericka couldn't.

Preparing to drop her towel, a knock sounded at the door. "Ms. Hart?" Walter's voice was soft. "May I come in?"

"Uh…I'm in the middle of getting dressed, Walt. Why whatcha need?"

"Oh, well, when you're done please come downstairs in my office room. I have something for you."

Ericka paused in drying off her body. "Uh…alright." She began drying off again. "I'll be down in about…five minutes." Grabbing a clean bra and pair of underwear, she listened to the footsteps leaving. Wonder what he's got for me. She frowned as she tugged on the undergarments, followed by black dress pants and the purple button up shirt. As curiosity got the best of her socks and shoes were tugged on quickly before she finally headed out, eager to see what the old butler had for her.

Walter smiled as Ericka stepped into the room. He stood behind the desk, arms behind his back and wearing his usual attire. "Good morning, Ms. Hart."

Ericka nodded to him, her morning not as 'good' as it could've been thanks to her dream and thoughts about it. "Mornin' Walt."

"I see you're wearing the shirt i suggested."

"Oh...yeah, figured I'd see what it looks like on me."

Walter smiled, " I must say, it brings out the green in your eyes. It looks very nice." He moved to grab a case under the desk. "Now, I understand that you'll be test fighting with Alucard. Keep in mind that he'll be much harder to beat than any of the other's we're facing as of now, but the knife that you have now works fine for ghouls, but it's rather weak." He looked up, "Do you know who blessed it?"

"Uh..." Ericka rubbed the back of her neck. "A Wiccan Priestess...why?"

"Ah...that explains it. You see, a blessed blade or weapon is useful...but some blessings are weaker than others when facing vampires." He opened the case to reveal two short swords. "The strongest is...of course, a Christian blessing." He pulled one of the blades, which was the length of a forearm, out of the case. An inscription of Hellsing was placed on the blade itself. "Both of these have been blessed."

Ericka held the blade and read the writing aloud. "In the name of god, impure souls shall be banished into eternal damnation...Amen."

Walter nodded, "The blades themselves were made from silver and blessed by the priest of Queen Elizabeth's church."

Ericka smiled, grabbing the other one and testing it a little as well. "They're nice, Walt." She glanced at him before adding, "If it helps any, I can throw daggers pretty well too."

The man smiled, "I would reccomend keeping them after they hit a target, and I'll see what I can do. I'm quite sure I can get those for you." He slid the case towards Ericka. "Now if you excuse me, I must find Alucard. He was telling me about a...challenge of sorts that he and I needed to talk about."

"That we do, Walter." The vampire's voice echoed as he materialized into the room.

Oh no... Ericka tensed every muscle in her face so her eyes wouldn't widen. She exhaled, forcing herself to remain calm and relaxed before placing the blades back in their case and snapping it shut. "I'll leave you guys alone...I'm gonna go put these in my room." She looked to Walter. "So you'll see about some throwing daggers then?"

Walter nodded, "Yes, Ericka."

"Alright then, see ya, Walt." She waved to him, not aknowledging the vampire as she exited the room and headed for her own quarters. Maybe after she finsihed her work...she could practice before training with her 'instructor'. Or...perhaps she could avoid him altogether... A grin hit her face as she thought to herself. Wonder if that would annoy him any.

He'd been surprised about the whole deal to be truthful. Most of the other troops were trained by other soldiers that would be their seniors. So why wouldn't the servant girl learn everything from Walter, the one who's job she'll be taking? He pondered this as he sat upon his throne when he heard footsteps approaching. He'd been slouching a little, his chin resting on his right hand, but now his head lifted. Lips curved into a grin as he waited for the servant girl to appear from the shadows.

When Walter appeared with his first blood pack of the evening, he did not appear shocked, though the smirk he was wearing faded. He then raised a questioning brow to the butler.

"Ms. Hart is...busy with other duties." Walter began to leave as Alucard grabbed the pack.

The vampire's gaze lifted, his amusement growing. He knew she was still avoiding him because of last night, but he was curious. "Duties such as?"

Walter only paused to look over his shoulder, "She's practice fighting...without you."

Truth be told, it did anythinng but annoy him. If anything it amused him greatly to see that she was trying to avoid him. IT was only adding to hsi own fun, this game of cat and mouse. It wouldn't last for long though, since he was supposed to train her.

Alucard grinned as the man left. So...she was apparently training without him now? He chuckled, remembering her dazed, frightened and confused expression from their encounter at his coffin. Without meaning to, she kept the ball to this game going. With fluid motion, he grasped the blood pack and opened it. Brining it to his lips he smiled. "Let's see what the mouse does when the cat comes to play." His voice held a large amount of amusement as he engulfed himself in shadow.

The woosh of a blade through the air, accompanied by a soft grunt from Ericka were the only noises present outside. She was holding one short sword in her hand and the other was resting in its case. Damn this is nice. I love how it's the perfect size and weight... A grin crept over her pale, blemish free face. Give me somee daggers and I'll be a vampire killing machine.

She felt good; better than she had since she'd shown up to this place. It was a warm feeling that she hadn't felt in a long time. She swung the blade around in attack blows she'd seen on TV.

"You're supposed to be using both blades at once."

The sound of the vampire's voice changed her warm feeling from before into ice almost instantly. Ericka remained where she wasa, her back facing her so called instructor.

"You've been avoiding me all day, servant girl..." his voice seemed to hold a bit of amusement. "I didn't realize that what I did would bother you so much..."

Don't look at him... Don't look at him. Ericka shrugged, moving to the case on the ground and placing the blade she'd been holding next to its partner against the velvet. "I'm tired, I think I'll got to bed."

"Pick up the swords..."

Ericka froze in her crouch, one hand on the lid of the case while the other lightly touched the ground in order for balance. She really didn't want to deal with him now. Not right now... "I'm really tired now, Alucard. I don't think-"

"You're lying, servant girl. Now pick up the swords...it's time for training, remember?"

Realizing he wouldn't stop until she complied, Ericka snatched up one blade and spun to face him. She was almost positive her expression was a hard and annoyed one.

The vampire was dressed as always; white shirt, dark pants tucked into jet black boots, and a red coat with matching hat. He wore his tinted glasses again, which hid his eyes due to the reflection from the moonlight. As suspected, his lips were tugged upward in one corner. Ericka wondered if knocking off his glasses would also wipe the smug smirk off his face.

The man made no move, and Ericka frowned more, her patience thin. "You just gonna stand there then?" She scoffed before he could respond. "I stand here, sword in hand, like you asked and you just stand there."

Alucard stood still, his smirk growing ever so slowly. "I told you to pick up both of them."

A snort escaped the teen, "Yeah, well I told you I wanted to go to bed, but here I am." She retorted, "Guess no one gets what they want anymore."

A deep chuckle escaped the undead's lips. "You cannot wield both weapons at once can you?"

Green eyes narrowed, "What's your point?"

The smirk spread to a fang revealing smile. "Here I thought you had so much skill when you hardly even know what you're doing."

"I..." Ericka's mouth hung open, waiting for something... some harsh comeback that her mind formed almost naturally anymore. It was quite the shock when nothing came. Bowing her head with a sigh, she turned back towards the case, refusing to admit what was true.

Alucard watched her crouch down in front of the case and open it. "And what exactly do you think you're doing?" he questioned. He could smell a slight scent of defeat from the girl, along with a mix of others that intruiged her.

He continued to watch as she paused the weapon back in its case once again. Snapping the lid shut, she stood with the case in hand. "I don't have time for this, Alucard. I have to much...shit on my mind right now and until it's taken care of I can't deal with you."

You'll have to get used to that, servant girl, he thought raising a brow. "Oh? Perhaps I should have a look at these...issues."

He couldn't help but grin at her guarded expression of anger and annoyance. "No, the last thing I need is a mind fuck from the likes of you."

Alucard cocked his head to one side as she walked passed him. A mind fuck? He held back a chuckle. Is that what she called it? A soft breeze passed, letting the scents of the outdoors fill his nostrils. Eyes closed as he inhaled again, a little deeper this time. There was a hint of strawberries in the air. Though the vampires loved the blood red fruit, it was a bit of a hidden weakness of his really, the fact that he could smell them here was odd. He knew for a fact that Integra had no strawberry patch.

Eyes moved to the servant girl walking away. Melting into shadow, he snuck up to the girl, making sure she wasn't aware of his presense. His nose near her hair, he inhaled deeply and grinned. Ah...the sweet smell of strawberries.

Outside the Hellsing manor, two shadowy figures stood silently as they stared. Though people knew them to be brothers, they looked nothing alike. One, by the name of Luke, had long pale hair and almost paper white skin. The other, was tan with black hair. Both were waiting, the black haired one with a little less patience than the other. He lifted his head, the moonlight now showing a very bright pair of gold eyes.

A/N- WOO! Now it's gettin good! Heh, as if it wasn't good already...so...It's just getting even better. Trust me..if the suspense is killing you, it's ten times worse for me 'cause I gotta write it :D See ya next Chapter!