As you've all noticed, I've been having a major case of writers block- for this particular story. And I've tried everything I can think of to get rid of it. Posting other stories, reading other Hellsing stories, rereading my own story, and everything in between. The only apparent cure appears to be patience. Plus, my 'phobia' of commitment to anything got in the way, too. (is bad a finishing anything long term)

So, sorry about that, and let's get on to what you actually want to read.

A single ray of bright, glorious light streamed into Luca's bedroom from the lone window above her daybed.

"… Goddamned light…"

The sudden realization of weight that shouldn't be on her waist, and a slight dip behind her due to some from of pressure – of which, she had an idea of what was causing it- made her eyes fly open.

Luca opened and closed her mouth silently several times, but settled on tightly closing her mouth after a few minutes, an annoyed expression on her face. She glanced down at what was supporting her neck. An arm. Long, slender, and slightly feminine. Oh, he would not think it was worth it. Not when she was done with him, anyway.

She stopped for a few seconds, deciding on how she would start their conversation – or even if she should. Perhaps she should just get up retrieve the bat from her closet… or, just drag him into the sun. She didn't think it would kill him. According to her grandmother, hardly anything could harm him- with the exception of holy and blessed items. She had muttered something about paladins, which she had refused to elaborate on. But that wouldn't be much of a concern because the chances of seeing a paladin milling around in America weren't very high, anyway.

Luca sucked in a breath and blew it out in the form of a tired sigh, moving a stray hair in the process, "Servant, did I say you were allowed to share my bed?" She got no verbal response, but instead, the arm around her waist moved. It tightened and moved up toward her rib cage, pulling her closer to a -very- hard abdomen. Luca opened her mouth, letting out another slow sigh, attempting to release the anger and embarrassment building up in her (as well as the slight blush).

On the inside, he was trying unusually hard to suppress the laughter from escaping his cold, dead lips. Not that they weren't still beautiful lips, of course. Besides, this little game was far too fun to be ruined just yet. It reminded him of when he had played the same game with Integra. Of course, it had been under different circumstances. The first time, she had not minded, not at all, but the second time… well, that had been an entirely different case. A two-time game at best, he had decided.

He gently removed his hand from under her neck and propped himself up on his elbow, slowly twist her raven strands, tangling his gloved hand in her locks. She was a pretty little thing, like her grandmother. Perhaps a tad young, but he didn't mind, beauty was beauty, and no overly ridged laws about age differences from this "politically correct" culture would stop him.

What ever happened to the good old days when a girl of twelve could marry a man of forty-three, anyway?

Alucard moved his other hand, sliding it till it rested on the dip in her waist, drumming lightly. Teasingly.

Luca got up from the bed, raising her lip in a snarl-like show of pain when his gloves got caught in her tangled hair, pulling it slightly. She ignored the look of curiosity Alucard must have been giving her and headed to the closet.

His master was certainly interesting, if nothing else. But she was a Hellsing, so she was bound to be much more than just interesting. More importantly though, where was she going? Alucard watched his master's form walk into the dark closet. With the exception of the two, annoying rays of light that "graced" the room from the window and under the door, it was pitch black. Not that it affected the likes of him, though. Perhaps she was getting dressed? He glanced at her bedside clock; the hands read 10:37.

He looked up at her emerging form. What was in her hand? Long, cylindrical… oh. That's what it was. Alucard's eyes widened. Not from fear, but from anticipation. Excitement. She paused in front of the bed, looking at him, her face obscured. Would she do it? Of course she would, she was a Hellsing.

"Don't bleed on the bed."

The wooden bat made a rather dull "whump" sound at it connected with his head. But true to his command, he didn't bleed on the bed.

Luca walked away to the closet and turned on the light, checking the bat for blood splatter. None. She let out a silent deep breath she had been holding, much to her surprise. She had never hit someone with a bat, much less on the head. Not that she would ever let him know, obviously. Turning off the light, she walked back to the room, spotting Alucards limp form. Was he dead? Well, trick question, he was already dead. But they had recently changed the definition of dead, hadn't they? Well, no matter, there were more important things about.

Her eyes glued to his finger as it twitched. He sat up suddenly, letting out a low groan and rubbing his head gingerly. Good, she didn't think she hit him that hard.

"… Now was that really necessary, Master?" Alucard asked, gently rubbing his already-healing wound.

"Yes. You crossed my line, and that is unacceptable behavior if you are to live here under my command," she stated it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Oh yes, that was his loving master.

"… Of course, Master. You and your sister mentioned getting something for my… canine form?" Alucard was good at changing subjects. Being under the command of the Hellsing family did that to you.

"Yes, later today perhaps. But we have more pressing issues at hand. Like your living arrangements and your… feeding habits," she sighed quietly, how in the world could she hide his coffin? His food, she had already figured out for the most part. That space hidden under her tiles would be fine. But his living arrangements… something… underground, perhaps? Yes, but where? A knock on the door interrupted her musings.

"Hey Luca, guess what I've got for Trepas!" She shouted through the door, "Now open up."

Open up? She didn't lock the door.

Luca rose from her bed, reaching the door in a few short strides. Glancing down at the lock on her door, she discovered that indeed, the door was locked. Clever man. Vampire. Undead… thing. Creature from hell, or whatever one was supposed to call it now a days. Luca opened the door, cautious of whatever doom her part-time-crazy sibling might have unleashed upon her unwitting servant. She was given a collar. Of, well, doom.

"Bye!" Sora closed the door with a deafening 'click'.

Luca starred at the collar for a moment longer before tossing it to the large, menacing, and very black dog. Perfect match, "Your problem now. Not mine."

Well, that's one chappie for the moment, and more are bound to come.

Eventually. Yeah.

… Wow, this went NOWHERE. Absolutely nowhere. Don't you agree? It's like… a filler. Or something of that sort. Anyway, next chapter I'll make go… do… stuff. Yeah. Just go comment and read. Clicky the button! It luffs you, and it comes bearing gifts of muffins and cookies.