A/N

I'm so glad that you guys liked the first chapter. Duchess, you're a big help. Oh, and sorry again about misspelling her name. It won't happen again.

Alright guys, you know the drill. I beg for reviews, and being the lovely people you are, you leave them. I love you all. Also, I was told that I should switch up viewpoints every now and then, so this time you get Annie's POV.

And blah blah blah, I don't own Hellsing. I suppose I'll get over that one day.

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Annie slammed her fist on the desk. "WALTER!!"

She tapped her foot impatiently as she waited for him to arrive. What was the meaning of all this paperwork? How could she have so much to do? It couldn't have all arrived today; it had to have accumulated. That's what set her off. She had given explicit instructions when she first took over Hellsing that she never wanted such a thing to happen, that all paperwork was to be brought to her immediately. Oh, how could he? He knew she didn't like tremendous amounts of papers to fill out and sign all at once. She felt entirely betrayed.

Walter slowly walked into the room. It wasn't that he was afraid, it was that he was, plain and simply, getting old. Annie's anger wavered for a moment; she hated to see him try so hard when it took so much effort to even walk to her office. The man was in his eighties, for goodness sakes. However, it didn't excuse the fact that all these papers had magically appeared at her desk.

"Yes, Lady Annie."

"Walter, what is the meaning of this?" She gestured to the offending desk full of work.

"That, my lady, would be His Majesty's accumulation of paperwork that he saved for a time that he deemed fit to send it to you."

Annie sighed in frustration. "Why don't you just say the king was being lazy and didn't send it when he should have?"

Walter chuckled. "It would be out of line for me to say, Annie. You are the only one who dares to do so."

"And he won't punish me," Annie muttered.

"No, he won't. You're too valuable to him."

Annie waved her hand in resignation. "Very well. The fault is his, not yours. I will see to it that he get his due tongue lashing."

Walter smiled at the young woman. "So like your mother. And yet so blunt like your father."

Annie smiled back. She especially liked the part about being like her father. "Thank you, Walter. If you'd like, you can have the rest of the day off," she offered.

"That..would be pleasant."

She watched him make his way out of the room. She wished she could do more for him, but there was so much she needed to do. She looked out the window. It was...sunset. Beautiful. The perfect time of day. Her father had once told her it was her special time, because it represented her so perfectly. He told her that the sunset showed the lovliest colors of the day, but also welcomed in the night. She was a part of both worlds, the place where they merged. She sighed and made her way to her mother's portrait. The artist had done a remarkable job. She studied the small smile on her mother's face.

"You finally found your happiness, didn't you?" A nostalgic look crossed her face. "You got what you wanted, and I got what I wanted, so we're both supposed to be happy, right? Then why am I so miserable?" She leaned against the wall, her arm streched above her and resting on the top of her head, her face resting on the portrait. "This isn't what I thought it was. Don't get me wrong, I love Hellsing, I wouldn't want to be anywhere else, but I really, really don't like filling things out." She sighed. "I take it back. I don't want this job." She smiled ruefully.

"Even if that were so, it's a bit late to back out now, don't you think?" Seth took careful steps into the room. "But we both know you don't, so it's a moot point."

Annie glared at him. "What makes you think that I don't? Maybe I do."

"Sure, and I'm a girl."

Annie gasped. " And you didn't tell me?? Thats a horrible thing to do, Seth."

Seth stood there for a moment, an appalled look on his face. Then, as he realized she was only kidding, a grin creeped onto his face. "Very funny."

Annie nodded." Duh. Wow, I get to see you two nights in a row? To what do I owe this...occurance?"

"I have a question."

"Alright, ask."

"Last night..." He hesitated.

"Yes?"

"Were you calling my appetite a balloon?" he blurted out.

Annie stared at him in disbelief. Was he crazy? "Only if thats what you want to interpret it as..." Honestly, where did this boy get some of his ideas? She was beginning to wonder if his strange parental situation growing up hadn't affected his brain.

"Oh please," he said, insulted. "My parents have nothing to do with this."

Annie's eyes widened. Had he just...no, it couldn't be. Could it? She decided to test something. Did you just read my thoughts?

"Did I?" He asked, suprise evident in his voice, if not his face.

"You did!" she exclaimed. "Seth, you read my thoughts!"

The paperwork lay forgotten that night as Annie taught Seth how to use this new ability. She reserved some secrets, of course, because she didn't want him knowing everything that went on in her brain. For one night, though, their discomfort took a back seat to the excitement of Annie's discovery.

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The next day, when Annie got her weekly call from her parents, she eagerly snatched up the phone. "Mom, you'll never guess what Seth did..."