Twelve Years

Year Eight (YAY!!)

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'Ah, a nice family trip to the Vatican...aren't you so excited daughter?' Her father mentally asked.

'No.'

'You should be, since you're not the one going to the convention.'

'I'm not though...'

'Why? You and I will at least get to see Rome while your mother is off getting royally ticked off by Catholics.'

'That's why I'm not excited.'

'Your mother?'

'Yes. You know how she is when she's ticked off by those bloody Catholics.'

'You've made a point.' The two stopped mentally chatting for the rest of the plane ride.

Nymphadora cast a glance toward her mother, who was sleeping in the aisle across from her. After a few seconds she was already bored to death. Luckily, she remembered the latest birthday present she got from her father and Walter. The draculina tossed open the flap of the one-strap bag with the words "Hellsing. We are on a mission from God." with a picture of a comic vampire bat behind it. She thrust her hand in and started rummaging around the various junk in there, which consisted of mostly guns, gun parts, bullets and various candies that she was forbidden to have. The girl took out her hand to reveal a small iPOD nano. The one that plays video too. The tiny thumb scrolled through a playlist to finally land on a song by "The Who". There was a clicking of the "Play" button and the Hellsing started to dance to the music in her seat.

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Integra Hellsing woke up from her nap to first see her window sheet. There wasn't really anything exciting in that. Wanting to see how her daughter was doing, she turned around and immediately started giggling.

Apparently, Alucard had dozed off and couldn't see the spectacle right next to him. The little girl was flopping around in her seat like a dying fish while softly singing the lyrics "Even at my favorite table, he can beat my best. The kids all lead him in, and he just does the rest. He got crazy flipper fingers never sees the ball, that deaf, dumb and blind kid...la lala la la laa."

It was adorable. Especially when she was nodding her head to the beat. Integra started giggling. Walter, who was sitting behind her, asked her through the seats:

"Sir, may I enquire to what is so funny?"

"Nymphadora." She whispered back.

Walter looked at the Hellsing heir. Her eyes were closed so she could see neither of the two snickering. She seemed to be listening to the song "Paper Planes" due to the excessive shooting of finger guns.

After a few minutes, Alucard woke up to hear Nymph softely singing "Sticks and stones and weed and bones." and cast a look of utter surprise. The expression on the vampire's face made Integra and Walter burst out laughing.

Nymphadora took off the headphones. She looked at her father, who still had that face on, to her Mother and Walter, who were having a laughing fit for some reason.

"Er...what happened?"

A Rival:

The ball was extremely boring. It was one of those stupid Christian Convention things again. Nymph slumped down into a chair. She abruptly bent over as if she were about to hurl and said:

"Coffee cake!"

"Coffee cake? Where?" A plump boy in an Iscariot uniform asked her. He had blue eyes and looked like he had asian blood, but was not fully asian.

"There is none."

"But you just said Coffee cake! I demand you to show me where the coffee cake, because I am Laurence Enrico Maxwell, and my father is the host of this party!"

The girl was not amused. "One thing kiddo: I have Tourette's. Another thing: You're Enretard's son?" Her straight face turned into one of skeptic. "You're pretty damn fat."

The boy's face turned red with rage. "HOW DARE YOU CALL MY FATHER A RETARD!! AND I AM NOT FAT!!"

Nymphadora just laughed. The Catholic boy's fury grew to match that of a Super Saiyan.

"SHUT UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP!!" Nymph stopped.

"Meep." And she burst out laughing again.

Tears started forming at the corners of Brother Laurence's eyes. "Y-you Protestants are so mean!" He sniffled. "W-why are you so mean to m-me?"

Nymph grew serious. Her sky-colored orbs stared deeply into the Catholic's azure ones. "Because, you're Catholic. I'm Protestant. We're not meant to be friends."

Laurence wiped away his tears in one deep stroke of the back of his hand. "Fine then. From now on, we will always be rivals. My organization will wipe out all vampires in the name of God! And we'll do it better than you!" He put on the toughest face he could.

Nymph's face relaxed. She smirked. "A challenge? Well, I accept. But I'm warning you, if we ever meet on the battlefield...I will not hesitate to kill you." She shook the Iscariot's outstretched hand. His hand was shaking.

"You really are a heathen." He said.

"I know. It runs in the family." She said with a smile.

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I HAVE NOT DIED (yet)! THIS IS A REAL UPDATE YO!

Sorry this chapter was really short, I've been writing on the fly lately and I've been rushing through to get to Year 10!!

So people, now you've the two sides of Nymphadora. The close, happy redundant hyperactive girl that she was most of the story, and now you are starting to see the evil, vampiric Alucard side. Well, you saw some of that in the battle scenes, but now its starting to show up. Over time, she'll have to learn how to supress both if she ever plans on leading Hellsing.

Okay people, free Jackal to whoever can guess the first song that Nymph is singing. But once you get the Jackal, make sure Alucard doesn't find you. If he does, don't tell him I gave it to you okay??

JA!

Kurry