Kayos: i like writing this story... i love Hellsing and Alucard... and even Carmilla... but they don't belong to me sooooo... my dear Roman, will you do me the honors?

Roman: of course... *clears throat* the characters belong to the owners... and Amelia is an oc... soooo... idk what to tell you bout her...

Kayos: dont forget to mention... the vampire kidnapping plan...

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you... are a dangerous person...

Kayos: *makes heart with hands*

Chapter 2: the fragile vampire

That morning Carmilla took a small venture out of her room and onto the roof. She watched the sunrise. She wasn't effected by the sun, but more by the air the daytime brought. It was air she hated breathing in. "you know for a creature that chose the night, you spend a lot of time in the sunlight." A deep voice echoed surrounding her. "You know for a fearsome monster, you have spent a grave amount of time avoiding me. Come out and meet me, face to face, my dearest friend. The sun has yet to dominate the sky." She replied. A smile crept across her face underneath the mask as the man materialized beside her. "You haven't changed a bit. Even the way you speak sounds the same." "Alucard, it's been a while. I was surprised when I discovered you current whereabouts. Strange you never struck me as the type to take orders…..from anyone. Or maybe I was wrong about you." She turned to face the vampire at her side. "Or maybe you're still living in a state of nostalgia. A world of what has already pasted." he lifted her chin so that she looked directly into his eyes.

Her white eyes flashed a glimpse of light and the hidden smile on her face began to widen. "It would seem so" she replied. A smirk appeared on his face as he let go of her chin. "Shouldn't a fragile vampire, much like yourself, be resting now?" she chuckled at his remark. "Rest huh?" her long black jacket flared slightly as she turned away from him to walk away. Then she stopped to glance around at him once more and said "rest….. I wouldn't know the meaning of such a word"

Later that day, Amelia laid on the floor in the dark of the room, surrounded by pillows, cleaning her guns. She felt like slowly drifting off into slumber, but didn't know if it would be such a good idea for someone in her current state. The door to the room creaked open, and the head of a girl with blonde hair and blue eyes poked through the crack. Amelia's expression was unyielding when she turned around to see the girls face. In fact the blonde girl thought she looked really worn out and tired. "Um…. Hello…. May I help you?" Amelia's weak attempt at a smile spread across her face. "Huh?" she had a questioning look on her face at first and then snapped back into reality. "OH… NO! …. Actually I just came to meet you… can I ask you a question, how do you get it so dark in here exactly?" she ask stepping through the door. "Merci does it. I don't drink blood, so she practically envelopes me in her shadow." The weak smile across Amelia's face trying to stay in place. "Come in and sit down with me…. It would be nice to have someone to talk to."

She sat up, pushing her guns to the side so that the blonde girl could sit beside her and talk. "My name is Amelia Zoranski, what's your name?" Amelia extended her hand for a hand shake. "Seras… Seras Victoria." she shook her hand. "I like your name. It's so pretty. Mine is so plain…. Amelia….. Yup Amelia. That's pretty plain." They both laughed. "So…. You don't drink blood?" "No, it doesn't really appeal to me, or at least that's what I tell Merci (Carmilla). I mean, that's why I'm so weak, but I have my own reasons. It's always been this way." She replied to Seras' question.

"You don't look very weak" Seras smiled at her. "Oh please, I look like a stick figure with scene hair and boobs." She said grabbing her chest. "No really, you look young….. Very young….. As a matter of fact, how old were you when you became a vampire?" she asked Amelia. "I was sixteen. I have been this way for almost 200 years." Amelia fell back into the pillows. Wow this girl, she was only a child. She has been 200 years without eating anything; I don't think I'll be able to last that long without eating anything. But I can't help but wonder…. "Why don't you drink blood?" Victoria's thoughts exited out of her mouth. As Amelia sat up the weak smile made its way across her face again. "Because it's just not in my nature to hurt people." She replied. Is that really why. I don't know… I feel like there is a deeper meaning won't force it out of her but….. This girl. "Your master sounds really patient and supportive" Seras looked down at her hands. "Not really. She indifferent, it doesn't really matter to her. She gets defensive and tries to force me to drink it when I get too weak. But other than that, it makes no difference to her." She lay back on the pillows.

"So how did you meet her?" "She found me, she saved me. Someone was trying to slay me, but she saved me…. She took me in and keeps me from a slow, painful, light induced death. That's why I called her my master…. I owe her my life, so I serve under her." Amelia's head looked up towards the ceiling and recalled the things that happened that night. "Did you two fight in the war…. Against the Nazis….. I mean you guys were in Austria right? What was your involvement?" Seras turned around to look at Amelia who was still lying on the compilation of pillows. "We were in Austria, but I didn't have much involvement. But Carmilla did travel here, to England, a lot back then to help fight against German forces. There were multiple situations where they tried to recruit her to fight against England and America, and…. Other. But she refused all of them." She replied. The girls sat and talked for about 3 hours. They talked about everything and nothing. Amelia was just excited to finally have someone to talk to after almost 150 years of isolation. But after a long winded conversation between the two girls, it was time to go.

Carmilla walked through the door and stood posted up over Amelia. "It is nightfall….. I have reason to believe that we might be too late. Both of the girls looked up at Carmilla in confusion. This fact hit Amelia especially hard. "W-what? What do you mean we might be too late?" Carmilla's shadow receded from the room and landed under her feet. The room shined a bright red, and Carmilla pointed at the moon. "The moon reflects a crimson color….. Blood has been spilled on this night." "W-What? How?" Amelia jumped up. Carmilla sighed at Amelia's question and prepared a sarcastic sounding answer. She walked up to her and pets her head, slowly.

"You see, Amelia, darling when a vampire in really hungry…." She was cut off.

"NO! IM NOT STUPID! I KNOW WHAT HAPPENS JUST….. How did we miss it?"

"I stood outside calling you for well over an hour. Let's just say you never answered" she replied.

Amelia face palmed and sighed. "Really? Have you ever been in a room with your own drapes? How do you expect me to hear you in here?" "Find a way, that's not a lack of effort on my part." Carmilla said as she turned around to leave. "WAIT MERCI!" Carmilla stopped as Amelia called out to her. "We're still going to check it out? Am I right?" she asked. Carmilla turned around to look Amelia in the eye. "That is my intention." She replied. "Now….. Let's go." As she turned around and walked forward she began to dematerialize before the girl. Then she was officially gone. "She….. Can do that to?" Seras asked still looking in the direction she disappeared. "Yeah. It creeps me a little bit." Amelia said grabbing her guns and strapping them to her hips. She turned around to sears and held out her hand offering her assistance with another forced, feeblest smile on her face. "well, miss Victoria I thinks it's high time we be off."