Well, here we go!

--nawrm nawrm nawrm--

'I must be insane. Or maybe I'm dreaming? Wait. Forty-three times six?' Luca blinked and thought out the answer, 'Two hundred-fifty... eight. Damnit. Coherent thought. It's no dream. Unless you just forget all coherent thought's you dream about when you wake up?' Luca pondered this newfound information for a bit.

'Gah, screw this, let's just say it isn't a dream, could I have done anything to prevent myself from... inheriting Alucard?' She frowned as she ran all the scenarios through her head that she could think of. 'Ultimately, yes, probably. Would it have been a good idea to do that? ...No, as Grandma said, I was, or am, I suppose, best suited. I suppose I can't change what's been done, anyway.' Luca reviewed the information she had just spewed out, looking for flaws. '... I sound vain,' was the only thing wrong with what she thought that she could see. Making note of that, Luca rolled over in her bed, mulling over a few other thoughts, 'eh... vain or truthful? ... My head's my head. So whatever, I suppose.

'Well, seeing as this seems to be way to complex to possibly be a dream, I'll just assume it reality. Okay, so, how am I going to be able to live with my newfound vampire-dog... servant... thing...? Well, he'll have to be stuck in dog form for most of the time, act like a dog, too. Food?' Luca stared at the wall. Why hadn't she thought of that BEFORE?

Wait. 'Medical blood, oh course, that's what Grandma gave him. But where to get it? Can he only drink human blood? And further more, how am I going to keep him from going insane with boredom? Hmm. Well, there's a hospital a few miles from the house, he should be able to steal some packs from there. How much blood does he drink? I'll have to ask him... He may not be able to steal enough from the hospital without causing suspicion... how would he be able to get enough blood, though...' Luca sat down on her bed, they would be going back in three days, so that's how long she had to prepare, for they were only spending a week in England... Could her Grandma have an answer?

'She can't have a permanent one, for she won't live forever. I can't rely on her... Shoot.' Realization suddenly struck. 'Shoot! Of course. He can just HUNT!' The grin slipped off her face as she realized what that would probably mean. 'Hunt... humans. Well, maybe he can drink animal blood... I'll have to ask him. Or wait, Grandma might know... Should I ask Grandma or Alucard? Alucard's... a little... Creepy. Grandma it is then.' Luca decided, she hopped up from her bed, going through the opened door and started to wander, hoping to find her grandmother.

--The Horrible -yet still expected- Truth--

"-atient. It's been four days, but... I need to know. Why did you ask us out here?" Luca blinked, her hand on the door, ready to open it. Well, she had kind of wanted an answer, and here it was.

"Walter, do you remember when you were very young, I used to smoke?"

'Grandma smoked?'

"... Cancer, huh?..."

"Naturally."

"Okay... how long do you have?"

"They said a few years, but we shall see."

"I don't know, doctors nowadays seem to be even more accurate at predicting cancer death rates."

"Have I mentioned they told me this a few years ago?" Silence reigned as Luca clasped her hands over her mouth, restraining a laugh. Ah, granny, so ever loving and subtle. Her will to laugh died as she thought of the more serious matter at hand.

'Cancer? People die at like... age forty-something from lung cancer...' Luca pondered, leaving her position outside the room to wander, realizing just how stubborn her grandmother really was. Stubborn enough to stop death. Well, to prolong it, anyway.

"Shoot... I guess I can't ask Grandma my question if she's talking to dad..." Luca gathered. ' I guess, I guess it's time to talk to creepy-man...' Luca turned and headed toward the dungeon.

'Okay, Alucard is going to pretty much be my pet, servant-thing, well... forever, basically... until I die, anyway. So... for sure, I can't be afraid of him, not in the least, he can't even harm me, after all. Besides, I've never been one to stay afraid of someone... Actually, I don't really think I've ever really been afraid of anyone, have I? Huh, never noticed that...' Luca paused; she had entered the dungeon in all its dusty glory. Now, where to find that blasted vampire?

She blinked. 'I wonder...' She continued down the halls, searching for the stone door. It was here. And it had been closed, just as she had hoped it would not be. 'Damn...' "Well, only one thing I can do, I suppose... Servant, come here." Luca paused, waiting. Nothing. 'Wait, duh, I'm such an idiot.' "Now, Servant."

This time, he came. Wording be damned. "Yes, Master?" He nearly purred, the flesh rejuvenated on his skin, he looked like a perfectly normal human. Granted he had nearly paper white skin and bright, crimson eyes, and elongated canines. Actually, it looked as though that was the only kind of teeth he possessed.

'Shiz-nit, what was I going to say?...' Luca pondered for a microsecond, lost in her almost-human looking pet. "We need to make... arrangements for your servitude to me. Living and survival arrangements." Luca stated, not entirely sure how she had managed come up with such a coherent-sounding sentence so quickly. She really did need to work on planning that kind of stuff out...

"I see. And I assume you need my answers, do you, young one?" He grinned, clearly mocking her. She glared at him. Then, she let it slip, a grin spreading on her face.

"We shall see how devoted to mocking me you are, servant. Ah yes, refer to me as 'young one,' again, and you may be unhappily reminded that you cannot disobey a direct order from me, my senile friend." A light glinted in her eye, one much different than he had ever seen in a Hellsing. She was a Hellsing, no doubt, stubborn, piercing blue eyes, prideful, but she had something the others before her seemed to lack. A creative malice, or so it seemed.

Yes, this girl may yet prove to be a fun Master, if she does not turn so very serious like her ancestors.

Alucard grinned, barely fifty words had been exchanged, and he already liked this child. "As you wish, young Master." She glanced at him, an annoyed look on her face. 'Now what will my little master do?' He asked himself.

"I shall see to it I ask Integra your... limits. But, enough merry-making, servant plans for the future must be made. Come now, this may take a while." She turned and headed up the stairs, not bothering to beckon him.

"Where exactly are we going, Master Lucrecia?" Luca stopped for a fraction of a second at his drawling words, her foot hovering above the step.

'My name, I never gave it. Did grandma mention it? She must have. I hope.' "My own room, unless you have a suggestion?" Her tone implied she would not take it. Alucard grinned, thinking of several answers, none of which were fitting for her young, innocent ears. Humans these days had become so very strict about relations, especially concerning age. Unless that had changed in the forty years he had been sealed.

"Your own personal bedchambers? How abrupt of you, Master." He teased, taboo it was to these humans, but there was much to learn about his new master, and what better way to learn then this?

"Tell me Alucard, does blessed silver hurt you?" He raised a brow, still following her to her room.

"Yes, I suppose."

"Ah, good." He paused, his foreboding footsteps stopping, thinking just how fun such a Master would be. Luca continued on, not bothering to look back at her stationary servant. "Come, we are nearly there, servant, you cannot be tired yet." He grinned, oh yes; fun indeed, such a master might even let him hunt... Oh, it had been oh so long since he had a proper hunt...

--Woot lolz--

Yey, more chappie updates. Although, that really didn't go anywhere in my opinion, we learned a bit more, but the plot shall thicken eventually and all shall be revealed! Well, probably not, but you get my gist, right?