WARNING! THIS HAS NOTHING REALLY TO DO WITH THE FOLLOWING STORY!

Author's Note: So as you all have more than likely noticed, I'm having a bit of Writer's block with the next chapter coming up and I apologize for not informing anyone that I was going to take a wee bit of a break. I hadn't intended for it to be a year's worth of a break and I'm pretty sure some of you are probably ready to shank my ass. For that I apologize.

Until then though, please enjoy this little tid-bit of humor's sake, also known as an Omake, which I was inspired to do by my friend on here 'Riley Killer'. If you all like Naruto or True blood, I highly suggest you check out her stuff. She's taught me all that I know so far and the reason I got into Hellsing. Oh! And this small bit of humor will only make sense if you've taken a gander at my other stories. THANKS!

Silence, save for the soft tapping of fingers against computer keys at a rapid pace filled the expanse of the medium sized bedroom, a full-sized bed covered with electric blue, zebra printed sheets, and a white purple and blue quilt pulled back and rumpled as if one had just woken up and tossed them back, which wasn't a far cry from the truth. The fingers that moved against the keyboard were quick, a silver class ring with a sapphire gem on the right ring finger, the owner of the fingers seeming to almost glare at the glowing laptop screen. A pair of baggy lounge pants with a pink plaid pattern loose and matching nicely with the skin tight black tank top on the female form, bare toes that had recently been to a nail salon were painted an almost clear color it seemed.

The female in particular, an 18 year old college student simply glared down at the words on the screen, blue green eyes slightly hidden by brown bangs moving over the words before letting out a hiss of distaste, her right pinky finger hitting the backspace button a few times before her hunched form, sitting Indian-style on the bed, stilled. Her head tilting before she let out a growl as a hand moved to the finger pad, highlighting what had been written and then deleting it. "Fuckin' hate writer's block..." the young woman's hands came up, middle and index fingers rubbing her temples in a circular motion as eyes closed and a low breath was let out in a sigh. The work she was attempting to continue was a story, and this said story in particular had been started over a year ago, and it had actually gotten to four chapters before she'd stopped...because the one thing...the one thing that every writer hated...had passed to her.

Writer's block.

Everyone got it...eventually, it was a major pain in the ass to deal with too. But she supposed it couldn't be helped with her train of thought. One minute she was focused on one thing, and within the next she was off chasing another thought down. She couldn't help that though...that was just how she was as one with a creative mind and a wild imagination.

But I haven't looked at this story since...last October! A low breath passing her before she shook her head and stared at the blank word document that she prepared to write something one...she had to find something to write...

"Heather!" the voice made the young woman jerk and look up, her eyes widening at the figure standing in front of her bedroom door. No freakin' way! She stared in awe at the teenager that glared back at her with fiery, light green eyes. A well shaped figure that stood at 5'3" though really those three inches were gained from the thick soled boots she now wore, a pair of black cargo pants hugging wide hips and a red tank top hugging a slim waist and at least D cupped breasts hid under a thin black hoodie, unzipped and about two sizes too big. Black hair, cut to almost a boy's style fell around the 17 year old's pale face, the only jewelry on her body being a blood red stud in the left side of her nose.

Arms that had been at her sides came up and crossed over her chest as Ericka Hart glowered at the college student that had written her into existence. "Ya know...I'm fairly alright if you keep the chapter delays for about...eh...a month or so. But you haven't even thought of doing a damn thing with it until now. That's been..Oh, almost a year now? A fucking year! I don't appreciate being ignored for so long, woman. What the fuck?"

"Uh..." Heather couldn't honestly think at the moment, her mind too focused on the fact that her character was standing right before her and glaring at her. "..Uhm...b-because I have other things to do. We're working on rebuilding our fence after that tornado that hit...A-and I'm trying to find a job..." The glare she was receiving made her wince then. "But I promise that I'll update and then be awesome once I get shit together. I mean, I have an idea for it alrea-" Her eyes caught the sight of the large mirror over her dresser slowly turning to black and a gasp exited her lips before she whipped her gaze back to Ericka, the girl's head bowed now and a smirk on her face.

"Yeah...you bes' hurry up then honey, this here undead geezer." She pointed to the mirror as a mass of eyes with red irises appeared within the black of the mirror, the darkness also taking over the smaller mirror next to the teenager that hung on the wall. "Doesn't really appreciate the lack of love you've been given him."

"Lack of Love?" The sound of a male voice echoed within the room and it made Heather shudder. She knew that voice...ooh she knew it very well. Her form wincing before she gave a jolt at the cool, white gloved hand that snaked out and then rested against her chest above breasts, pushing her body back into another that seemed to solidify behind her.

"Oh shit..." Blue green eyes went wide as she felt the hand slide up to her throat, gently making her head tilt back as her eyes then stared up at the pale face of Alucard, his red eyes lidded as he stared down at her, black hair falling down around his face. The man was in just his white button up shirt and black pants but what she focused on then was the wide grin she was given, fangs white as pearls in the light of her room.

"Now, now. No need for panic, little writer..." the vampire's voice was a low purr as a his thumb stroked along her upper throat and jaw, his fingertips just lightly tickling the hairs at the back of her neck. "Such a shame though...you'd fallen in love with me at such a young age...and now you barely even are around to update a simple story..." A light chuckle passed him then also. "And you blame feeble chores that you have to do around your house? Please, they've never stopped you before..." His face moved closer then, eyes seeming to see deep into her soul. "Tell me, little writer, what has been keeping you away from me...?"

"U-uhm...Well.." Heather licked her lips then, attempting to wriggle from the man's grasp. "Y-you see, I've...I've been busy with getting college all together...I mean, I've got one year under my belt so...so that's good...r-right?" Her eyes moved to Ericka who then gave a scowl before then nodding as if finally admitting the concept was a good one. She felt the hand on her neck release itself as the man disappeared and then reappeared next to the black haired female as Heather then continued, a hand coming up to rub the back of her head. "A-also...well...Cassi uh...she introduced me into Role playing...and...we've been doing some stories that way..." Her eyes caught the glare on Alucard's face. "A-and...we've been using some characters...L-like my original...Jericho..that...she likes...a-and her...vampire Mordicus that I like." Her face scrunched and she winced at the widened red eyes. "Oh...a-and an Atlantis one...from Gena Showalter...w-where we both get Dragons..."

"So...you simply move on to another?" Alucard's voice actually held a bit of shock in it for once and Heather cringed. "...After almost four years...I've become nothing to you...Replaced by...some...other vampire... And now you will just leave the story to rot?"

"W-well, no, not exactly!"

"You better fuckin' NOT!" Green eyes flicked back to the writer and glared. "You liked the story when you started, damn it!" Ericka's voice was a snarl. "And it's given you the most reviews too! Fuckin' update it already damn it!"

"You's guys better get in LINE first!" The voice was muffled before heads turned to find the closet door opening, a green body stepping out with a turtle shell on its back and a red band over brown, angry eyes. "We've been waitin' since what? Oh-eight?" Raphael tilted his reptilian head at Ericka, his body a good bit taller than hers before shaking his head. "The blood sucker and you can wait, ya pipsqueak!"

"What'd you call me, ASSHOLE!" The words were snapped from Ericka as she dug into her hoodie and grabbed a knife. "Best get back to your sewer, turtle, before I shank you!"

"U-uhm...Ericka, that's a little racist...kinda, don't you-?"

"SHUT UP!"

"Oh you're sooo scary!" The words were a sarcastic laugh as the man grabbed and yanked out his own weapons, hand held with three sharp blades on it, the ninja turtle smirked. "I'll whoop your ass so quick you won' even see it comin' short stuff."

"Well at least ya'll been updated more than once!" Heather's eyes turned again to the red haired bird that stood on her bed, bare chicken like feet out as her feathered arms were crossed, a pair of blue jeans and a purple shirt covering a female figure as a beak was pursed almost like an angry pair of lips. Deep blue eyes were glaring.

"O-oh Rebecca!" Heather smiled then a little lightly at the angry chicken before her, one from a fanfiction she'd written about an old movie known as Rock-a-doodle, a cartoon she'd watched in her childhood. "Wh-what are you doin' here..and..I-I thought Chanticleer would be-"

"He's lonelier than a dust bunny under the sofa." the reply was snapped as she tapped her foot almost impatiently. "Sits all day and sulks...Hell you liked him longer than you like this feller here!" She jerked her head towards Alucard who was still on the bed but next to her. "What happened to your appreciation and love of your childhood memories?"

"I DO still love and appreciate them all! B-but-"

"Four years...and you go and run off with another vampire...and...a fire breathing...lizard." His eyes narrowed in a scowl.

And it started, each character spouting off comments and bad words to each other. Telling each story to back off and that it was their turn to have their share of their writer's attention. The worst ones though were Ericka and the Ninja turtle, as the two were up in each other's faces.

"I'm tellin ya pipsqueak, you better tell your blood sucker over they're to lay off, dis is my turn to get updated, our story ain't been touched for over three years now!"

"OH yeah? Well you're story sucked ASS. Where as MINE has given her the most reviews YET!" Ericka was glaring at the man as she pushed up on her tip toes. "Top THAT!"

The room was brought to silence though at the sound of the closet door swinging open with a bang. Heather's eyes wide as she looked over to see a woman at about 5'6" with a rather large bottle of...Heather couldn't quite tell, but she could smell alcohol, so she doubted it was anything good.

The woman stumbled out from the closet, almost gaining a walk of a drunken pirate, brown hair swaying a little as it hung down around her shoulders and blue eyes flicked up from under a pair of glasses.

"..C-cassi?"

"Ya damn righ'!" The 20 year old's words slurred as she grasped onto a bed post to steady herself and then she moved and leaned against Raphael once she let go of the post and took a few steps. "So...I couldna' help..bu' ovahear...all ya'lls bitchin' to one another's...an-" There was a pause as she put the bottle to her lips and knocked a few good swigs back and then continuing. "An...all I gotta say...is there is no need..for dis meanness. Ya'll can get along jus' fine.."

"But Heather needs to update her damn stories!" Ericka let out a low snarl as she glared menacingly at Raphael. "And some fuckers need to realize that they have to wait a little longer."

"Hey, I've been waiting THREE years shorty!" the turtle growled out the response as he pointed a finger at her. "You're the youngest one so shut up and jus' sit back down!"

"Whoa!" Cassi waved her arms before losing her balance. Knocking into Heather who caught the woman. "Ya'll...jus' chill alrigh?" Blue eyes turned to the blue green one's of the eighteen year old and she grinned. "Well HI honey!" her face coming forward giving her younger friend a sloppy kiss on the cheek making Heather the drunken woman ignored it all as she slung an arm over Heather's shoulder, bottle in the other hand as she pointed to people.

"Now...you," a finger pointed to Ericka, "You...she can't finish...cause...you're a whiny bitch..tha' got slapped by this pimpin' geezer ova here." Her thumb jerked back to Alucard who stared with a lidded gaze, though his nose wrinkled at the strength of the alcohol's scent.

Cassi then swung her body to face Rebecca who still stood on the bed, wings crossed. "An YOU..." eyebrows scrunched lightly before Cassi shook her head. "I dunno about you...you's a chicken that'll either lay eggs...or get eaten, I don' fuckin' know." Her form then moved, yanking Heather with her as she stared at Raphael, who had put his weapons away and crossed his arms over his front. "An'...I jus' don' think she loves you anymore. Tha's why she hasn't updated..." A frown then crossed over her face though before she moved her gaze over to Heather. "Tha' bein' said...why the fuck haven't you updated?"

"I've. Been.BUSY!" Heather's shoulder's slumped before she moved and made Cassi sit on the bed, Rebecca inching away with a frown before Heather shook her head. " And I can't THINK of anything for some of them!" Her hands waved frantically as she spoke then. "What the hell am I supposed to do when I can't THINK of anything! HUH! You all complain and whine and you're all trying to tear me in different directions! I have to find a JOB here sometime soon, I have to go back to school in so many weeks, I've been role playing to get my writing better, I'm drawing more, and NOW I have more original characters banging at the walls in my brain so I can figure out who the hell they are and they Never. Shut. UP! AND-" A hand pointed to the chair in her room that held canvas with oil paintings on it. "I have painting's due for people. I'm trying to get everything in mmy LIFE together !"

Her breathing had grown heavy as each character of sort stared at her, the silence growing in the room before Ericka gave a low snort. "Ya know...if you can't finish us...why the hell did you try and start us in the first place?"

"I...ah..." her jaw remained lowered as she tried to figure out a reason. "...I never said I couldn't finish you..."

"Hellooooooooooooo!" Cassi waved her arms then after she'd downed the rest of the bottle she had. "It's called Multi-taskin! When you's got's nothin' ta do, ya work on somethin, if yer role playin' ya work on somethin' in between posts...Writer's block don' last that long!"

Heather opened her mouth to reply but then paused. The woman, though drunk off her ass it seemed, did have a point to this entire ordeal. Rubbing a hand over her face she let a breath out in a hiss. Newmans...you could never argue with them."..I'll see what I can do..but don' get your hopes up jus' yet...there's stuff I still have to think through.." The reply came out in a mumble before her eyes opened up then to look at the group.

Each character glanced at one another for a few moments. Eyes lidded and still with stern looks upon their faces, save for Cassi who seemed rather chipper about the entire ordeal. The silence was broken though as Rebecca gave a sigh, red hair shaking with her head as she shrugged. "That works for me I suppose...I'm out of here though...I have a stage calling my name at the moment." Hopping off the bed she walked around towards the bedroom door. "No one get up...I'll let myself out the door thanks.."

Ericka watched the chicken leave before giving a light nod of her own, shoulder's lifting in a shrug then. "Yeah...I suppose I could live with that.." Her eyes moved up to Alucard who had simply shook his head almost in disappointment at Heather. "You ready to go boss man?"A grunt from the man was the reply, his hand coming up onto her shoulder before red eyes then flicked back up to Heather's the gaze harsh making her shiver.

"Don't keep me waiting then...little writer.." his voice was low as the shadows took him and Ericka, the mirrors also returning to their reflective state as Heather winced. Oh...he seemed a wee bit pissed.

And then there were three... A hand running through her brown hair as she looked over at Cassi and Raphael before sighing. "Raph...do you mind taking her home on your way out...please?"

"Hey, what do I look like to ya, a slave?" The retort was snapped as the turtle crossed his arms then.

"Raph!" Heather let her eyes narrow on his brown ones. "I. Said. Please..."

Silence remained for a few moments before he rolled his eyes upward. "Tch, Whatever.." A sigh passing him as he scooped up Cassi, turning towards the closet, the clothes seeming to disappear into darkness revealing a stone hallway of sorts.

Cassi smirked then wrapping her arms around the male's neck nuzzling into his shoulder. "Well Hey there sweet cheeks!" The door of the closet shutting then, muffling out the almost tired response from Raphael, the footsteps behind the door fading into nothing then.

What the fuck was that! Heather blinked at the closet door, tilting her head before hesitantly moving forward, yanking the door open to find her closet back to normal, a white wall hidden by jeans, coats, dresses and sweatshirts. "..." Her head tilting before turning her head back to the laptop sitting in the corner of her bed, still open and awaiting to be used.

Eyes lidded then, Heather glanced from the closet to the computer and then to the mirror and her bedroom door before bowing her head and giving a chuckle. Fuckin' Characters... her movements quiet as she crawled onto the bed, grabbing the laptop and setting it in her lap with a shake of her head.

"Well...might as well get started then..."

Okay! Now you all know that my characters are just as angry at me as you might be...or more so, as they're just kinda not doing anything. Again, I'm so sorry for my delay on work but I've gotten some ideas now and the Writer's block is ending now that I have an idea of what I want to do for the story. In fact I have the next chapter in the works as it is...so please just be a tad bit more patient with me! It would really be appreciated!