Limitations

Disclaimer: Hellsing belongs people who are not me. I am making £0.00 out of this fic, it is written purely because I have a burning need to create. Although I would like to own Alucard . . . then he'd be mine.

Rating: PG-13

Authoress note: New and interesting, Alucard watches his master.

She was smaller than he was used to. But then she was also only twelve years old. He shouldn't have been surprised that she was tiny. But he still stared, half smiling, as she sat behind her fathers and grandfather's desk, her feet not reaching the floor. The chair was piled high with books so she could reach the desk well enough to write. She was a child, so young, in more ways than her simple diminutive size. Her attitude, while being fierce and significantly stronger than the older Hellsing had been, was still that of a child. She expected things to work because she was determined that they would. It was amusing; he supposed. He watched her now, hiding in the shadows cast by the lamp on her desk. It was confusing to see her. So young in so many ways, yet she had something to her that the others just lacked. It was impossible to put his finger on it exactly. Abraham had had it too, a strange power that every time the vampire focused on it and almost find it, it would slip away. Ever changing and constantly moving, defying description.

He was jerked out of his thoughts when something small fell to the floor with a clatter. Looking up, he smiled. Her pen had fallen and her small hand was reaching for it. Unfortunately, the floor was a good few inches beyond her grasp. With a smirk, he stepped forward. She did not see him, so focused on the pen and her determination to reach it without getting up, oblivious to her own limitations. Just as Abraham had been. She gasped when his gloved hand closed over the pen and her eyes shot up to meet his. Her eyes were ice blue, just like her ancestors. They had so much in common with those two.

"Vampire," she breathed. He smiled at her and handed her the pen that had fallen. She took it and he settled himself on the floor by the desk, his back resting on the hardwood. The rest of the night passed in that way. He sat silently, she wrote silently. Occasionally, her hand would stop in its scribbling and would venture to rest on his head for a few moments, tangling her fingers in his hair. She didn't need to worry about her own limitations. That was why he was there, to do what she could not. Even if it was just reaching the top shelf.

End

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