Doing. I think I made the last two chapters a bit too short. Oh well, I'm planning to rewrite the story once I'm done to improve it. :) So later I'll add more meat to the "terrible Two's". But the reason I kinda rushed this is because I want to get up to Nymph's various diagnosis, her training and of course, "Let's Torture Alucard" crack. So, please stay loyal! I hope y'all enjoy this!

12 Years

Year Four

Nappy Time:

Nymph sat up and sneezed. She wiped her nose with her shirt and looked around her room. It was huge. She shivered. Nymph just got a cold a week after her fourth birthday. Which absolutely sucks. Suddenly, a "bright" idea struck her.

"I know! I'll take a nap with daddy!" she took her baby cinnamon plushie and left.

-x-x-x-

Her feet were the only sounds that echoed in the dungeon halls as she stepped through the basement towards her father's room.

"Hmmm, why does daddy sleep in a scary place like this? He can always sleep in my room!" She muttered.

She finally reached his room. Being too lazy to open the door, she walked through, just as she had seen her father do so before. Nymph walked over to the coffin in the corner of the room and opened it.

Alucard was sound asleep in his coffin under the covers, dreaming dreams about going on bloody rampages with Seras and Nymph, tearing ghouls limb from limb, and kicking vampire wannabe ass (and maybe some perverted Integra thoughts). He suddenly felt something warm cuddle up in his chest, and he subconsciously wrapped his arm around it.

Nymph smiled a smile of content and fell into a deep sleep.

-x-x-x-

Integra felt like checking up on her daughter to see how she was doing. As she walked into the room, she noticed something was missing...

"NYMPHADORA!!" she yelled. She flung open the door and ran out of the room.

"WALTER!!" she panicked.

"Yes Sir Integra?"

"Have you seen Nymphadora anywhere?!" she said, panting.

"I thought she was in her roo--"

"She's not there!"

"Oh dear."

And they searched every square inch of the house (except for the basement) looking for her. Finally, they gave up all hope until...

"Sir Integra?"

"Yes, Walter?"

"Have you checked the basement yet?"

"No, why would she be there?"

"Well, I don't see why she would be on the roof or in the refrigerator."

"Good point." The two walked over to the stairwell leading to the basement, and started the long journey to the center of the earth (not).

-x-x-x-

As they reached Alucard's room, Seras was coming out.

"Seras!" Walter called out, "Is--"

"Shh," she raised a finger to her mouth.

Walter nodded his head in understanding. The two entered the room. Integra walked over to the coffin and lifted the cover. There, snug under the covers, was Nymph cuddled up in a fetal position in Alucard's chest. His large arms were wrapped around her as if she were a teddy bear. Integra smiled and closed the cover of the coffin.

"Found her?" Walter asked

"Yes, yes I did." she smiled

Harry Potter Leads to Violence:

"So, he survived the curse? How?!" Nymph blurted out.

"Wait dear, that's why we have to read on." Her mother replied. Suddenly, they both heard a familiar laugh. A familiar face materialized next to them on the bed.

"Well well well, bed time stories? That's very 'Integra-like', Master."Alucard said with sarcastic humour.

"Alucard! I am trying to read our daughter a story here!" she hissed at him.

"Still, it seems very out of character for you."

"Shut up and get out of here Alucard!" She pushed him off the bed. Nymph giggled.

"Why should I? If I don't, what're you going to do Master?" He asked, standing up. "Shoot me?" he brushed off some dust on his jacket.

"I won't," she said with a smile, "but I know someone who will." She turned to Nymph.

"Honey, remember what I taught you at the shooting range today?" she whispered to her daughter.

"Yeah," she whispered back. Integra took out her gun from her pajama pocket and quickly slipped it into the toddler's tiny hands.

"Remember, aim then shoot!" Integra whispered. The girl nodded obediently.

"Oooo Daddy!!" The girl cooed at her father with her hands behind her back.

"What is it Nymph?"

"GET THE HELL OUT OF MY ROOOOOMM!!" She shouted, taking the gun out. Before Alucard could react, she shot a series of bullets at her father. "WWWHHHHAAAZZAAAA!!" She exclaimed while shooting. The toddler laughed with wild delight as her father's blood splattered the walls. "Good night Daddy!" She said as the blood almost finished seeping through the floors.

"Good job, honey. That's how a real Hellsing should be." Integra smiled at her daughter and the little girl sat back down on the bed. "Now, where were we? Oh yes, when Voldemort almost kills Harry..."

Harry Potter Leads to Violence Pt.II:

The next morning, Integra was stressed out. There were several reports on mysterious vampire killings; but she didn't have any other information, like who, what or where the vampires were. It was spread out all over the country; but there were no patterns of victims or locations or anything else. Just confusion. Confusion confusion confusion. And in these type of situations, it does not help to have a hyperactive toddler with an imagination. A very big imagination. Or cosplaying ability. Because, at that moment. Nymphadora came walking into the room.

"MOMMY! I'M HARRY POTTER!!" Integra screamed when she saw what her daughter was wearing.

The toddler was wearing a long black cloak that was much too big for her, for the bottom spread out around her like a bridal dress, except there was no bride's maid to carry the bottom for her. The kid also managed to find one of Sir Integra's spair glasses, which was thrown on her face in a wierd angle. She even cut her long black hair, which she did with the help of the pair of scissors she was holding. If you want to know how she did, let's just say she's not cut out for the hair cutting buisness. But what made Integra scream was the scar. You could tell it was a lightning bolt scar, but blood was gushing out of it. Apparently, she cut a lightning bolt scar in her forehead using the pair of scissors. Blood was dripping from the scissors all over the place. Her face was also splattered with blood. But, she was a half vampire after all, so the blood wouldn't really matter.

"How do you like it mommy?" the toddler asked.

Integra fainted.

The First Diagnosis:

Nymph squirmed around in her seat. "Mommy, why are we here? I'm bored!" she whined.

"Be quiet for two seconds Nymphadora, the doctor is coming soon!"

"But how is he a doctor?This doesn't look like a doctor's office!"

"Hush, he's here."

A man around six feet tall and brown hair wearing a black suit walked in. He spoke with an American accent.

"Good afternoon ladies. How was your day?"

"Splendid, thank you. And you?"

"Fantastic. So, what did you want to come and talk about?"

"This little one here." Integra motioned to Nymph.

"And what did you want to talk about exactly regarding the young heir?"

"Actually, I'll let her talk. I hope you don't mind of course."

"No, it's okay."

Integra excused herself and walked out of the room.

-x-x-x-

"So, Mummy tells me you haven't been a good girl lately..."

Nymph was unfortunately distracted by something on his desk. She then realized he was asking her something, but she couldn't catch what he was saying.

"Ooo look at this!!" She exclaimed, shaking the snowglobe.

"Yes, that is a very pretty snowglobe. Now, tell me why your Mummy told me you haven't been a good girl lately."

"What?" She looked up from snowglobe

"Mummy says you haven't been a good girl lately."

"Oh." She said, bouncing around in her seat

"Can you tell me why?"

"Well," She said, looking off in some other direction, "I-I don't know."

"Can you look at me and tell me that?"

"I," She started looking into his eyes, then switched off into another direction, "don't know..."

"Okay. I guess I'll call your Mummy back in now."

"YAY!!" She smiled

-x-x-x-

The psychiatrist walked out of the office.

"Sir Integra."

"Yes Doctor?"

"Well, your suspicions were correct. She has difficulty paying attention to one thing, and seems to have the urge to constantly move, because she kept squirming around in her seat. She also has difficulty listening to other's questions, which may explain her irregular speech development. For now, I can write you a prescription of Ritalin--"

"Don't." She interrupted him

"I beg your pardon?"

I'm sorry Doctor, but I don't think my daughter needs artificial chemicals to help her function properly. I think she can cope on her own."

"Are you sure? Do you realize how hard this will be for her and everyone around her?!"

"Yes, I do. But, she is a Hellsing after all." Integra calmly walked back into the room.

-x-x-x-

"So you said no?" Alucard inquired

"Yes. Do you think I made the right decision?"

"It is not my place to question your decisions, Master."

"But she is your daughter as well as mine!"

"I understand that Master, but either way, the choice would have been yours. And now, you have to face the consequences of your decision."

Integra sighed. "I believe I am facing the consequences of going down to that dungeon every day."

"You are Master, you are."