Chapter 6 Empty Heads and Broken Bones
"I am Sir Integra Hellsing, your Boss and this is Captain Bernadotte who works for me as well. Can you remember who you are?" Integra spoke in a softer manner than she was used to.
Annabel stared down at the cobble stone under her black shoes and hugged herself. "I don't…remember anything. I can't even think what… I… I look like."
Integra eased a hand on her shoulder. This time she didn't flinch. "You are Annabel Phoenix, one of my most trusted companions. I'd like you to come with us so you can get cleaned up and hopefully a bit more comfortable."
She pealed a piece of the torn shirt off her blood stained skin. "I am a bit dirty aren't I?" She commented softly. She stood up on shaky legs and went with the regal blond to the car.
One of the Iscariots addressed the officer. "We happen to be missing a nun as well by the name of Sister Linda. She was assigned to escorting the redhead around."
The officer replied. "I haven't seen one about but I'll circulate a bulletin." The pair nodded and returned to the vehicle.
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A few hours later the nun was discovered by Father Anderson who started looking the instant he heard her disappearance. Still unconscious when he found her, he picked her up and bought her to a medical ward somewhere inside the Vatican walls. Bruises marred her neck and shoulders, the only physical evidence of being attacked. When Sister Linda woke up she had no memory of the apparent attack. In fact the last several weeks were missing from her mind. Whatever had happened she was spared the full wipe of memories that the Hellsing redhead had indured, but still left the question of what had happened.
Anderson reported to the Archbishop of minor building damage and a trail of intermittent scorch marks to an empty lot. In the interest of diplomacy he relayed Anderson's report to Sir Integra. All it revealed to them was that someone or something attacked Sister Linda then went after Annabel who put up a hell of a fight. Considering her state, did that mean she lost? Or did the attacker just leave her for dead? Also taking into account that both suffered memory loss led to theories that killing them wasn't the goal.
A doctor thoroughly examined Annabel. Not a mark or scratched remained seeing as she heals incredibly fast. He ordered a CAT scan of her head in case something became lodged into her brain to cause amnesia. It was fruitless. Her brain was flawless. He took blood samples from both women to check for toxins or drugs. Nothing.
As Annabel sat on the exam table at the end of her physical, Anderson walked in to see for himself. She was cleaned up and redressed in a blue t-shirt and jeans from her luggage. The girl looked incredibly vulnerable sitting there and when she looked at the priest not a flicker of recognition appeared nor did she look him straight in the eye like she would normally.
She visibly shrunk from his scrutiny. "Sir, are you a doctor here too?" She asked as she looked at the floor.
"No Lass." He said then swiftly left the room.
A minute later Pip and the doctor entered. Annabel smiled weaky at the one eyed man from earlier. He was mildly handsome and his one eye spoke of tenderness. He seemed like someone to trust.
"Well Miss Phoenix, you're perfectly healthy physically, but have suffered from some sort of trama causing your retrograde amnesia. There was no damage to your brain that I could see so your chances of recovering most if not all of your memories are fairly good. Normally I would keep you here under medical care for a few days but Sir Integra insists to take you back with her to London where you would be in more familiar territory." The doctor explained.
"You mean I don't come from…here?" She asked not even sure where here was.
"That's right. Familiar places and people will help in the recovery process. Please take your time with it though. Rome wasn't build in a day."
Pip huffed. "Well I zhink it would be good for you Mizz Phoenix to go to your room and get some rest." He offered his hand to her. She took it cautiously and Pip guided her to a room in a building across a plaza. He opened her door and led her in. "Do you zhink you'll be alright in zhis room alone?" She shrugged her shoulders. "Well, uh, I'm zee door just to zee right here and Sir Integra is across from your door if you need anyzhing. Okay?"
"Okay…Mr. Bernadotte." She nodded with a small smile.
He paused like he was going to say something more but then left the room.
00000000000000 London Feb 21 2009
After a plane and a car ride the trio arrived in the driveway before the Hellsing manor. It was still thirty yards to the front door when they stepped out of the limozine. Annabel studied the huge building taking in every facit neither in awe nor reminiscence. Sunlight dipped below the trees beyond the main road behind the threesome. Suddenly Sir Integra's face cringed as if recalling something she forgot to do. Pip who was a few yards behind Annabel noticed this and wondered what could make his boss's face look like that.
Annabel gazed at the men patroling on parts of the manor's roof when something tackled her legs.
"Auntie Phoenix!" The thing cried.
The redhead let out a startled screech shoving at the fanged creature to let go of her. Not a second later a tall man cloaked in red with a surreal presence that choked her senses solidified before her. She screamed fully at him, stumbled to her backside, and scuttled backwards into Pip to whom she used his leg as a safety line. Pip winced as her nails dug in. The tiny draculina stepped back a few feet and worried her lip.
She stared wide eyed up at the fanged being before her, fear seeping out of her every pore.
His suggestive smile turned into a disturbed frown. Never had he felt an overpowering aura of fright of him from Annabel. Something was VERY wrong. "Master, what is wrong with the Spaz?"
"Wrong?" Annabel gasped. "Its, its you that is…wrong! What, what ARE you?" She studdered in horror.
His master sighed pinching the bridge of her nose. "She was in some sort of altercation. She's lost her memory. We don't know what occurred. I meant to inform you sooner but things were hectic."
"Spaz, eh Annabel, called Police Girl just last night at 9:30." He mentioned.
"Hmm, and at 2:30 there this morning a cop found Miss Phoenix wondering the streets." Integra added. "Miss Phoenix, get up. No one here is going to hurt you." She carefully rose to her feet but clutched the captain's arm for reassurance. "Alucard, inform Seras before she bear hugs Miss Phoenix." He nodded. Before he phased off he looked at Annabel with a mixture of anger and longing on his face.
Alucard through telepathy told his fledgling of the situation. She freaked out in worry like he expected but did not rush to see Annabel because her presence would freak her out. Alucard did not return to his chambers. Instead he phased into the nearby forrest and took a fist into the nearest tree. It splintered into a million pieces by his shear force. The wood fragments rained onto his shoulders and into his hair. He just knew something bad was going to happen during their excursion to that Catholic hellhole. He felt sour in his stomach the moment his master informed him of the trip. With his shadows he tore off all the bark off the next tree leaving deep gnarly gauges in the hardy wood underneath. He blamed Annabel for not being more careful, then worried at what it could have been to take even her down and leave her in such a state.
He calmed his anger reasoning that she did return whole physically speaking and that amnesia was not necessarily a permanent state. 'I could jog her memory, but I need be careful with her. She is in a vulnerable state.' The idea of Annabel being vulnerable turned him on a bit. Unfortunately it was not the right thing to be thinking right now. 'I wonder if her mind is as vulnerable to me now? I didn't think to check.' He phased nearer to the manor, not too close to alarm his Annabel, just close enough to try to skim her mind.
Walter had taken Deatrice down to Seras's room where he was currently trying to sooth the Bug. Sir Integra had escorted Annabel to her room on the first floor and went over the basic layout and some rules to keep in mind. She also told her that her retainer would give her a tour in the morning and to come to her office to inform her of things she needed to know.
Alucard watched his master leave the room. Annabel wandered around her room looking at things, picking them up, and even sniffing some of them. He focused on her mind at this time. After five minutes he knew it was hopeless; just as thick of a wall as there ever was. The mental barrier must be a purely biological defense then, and only weakened with alcohol, he mused. 'Perhaps this won't be too bad. It'll be like meeting her for the first time and doing things with her for the first time again.' He forced back his lusts. 'And like first meetings I mustn't force myself on her. She would burn off my unmentionables for real when she remembers fully.' He smirked to himself.
However, his thoughts soon turned serious and face went dark. "Was is out there that I should be hunting down?"
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Somewhere hot, dry, and three months prior.
A being dressed in a white lab coat stood over the prone body on a padded operation table. He checked over monitor readings, proper placement of the intravenous drip, and continued security of the restraints. Fingers, eyes, and mouth of the immobile patient twitched minutely every so often. In the dim room of the underground facility a speaker cracked to life.
"How is our devine patient, Sefu?"
The medical professional lightly caressed a finger down the patient's slightly sullen cheek. "Sedated as usual Master Usi, and harmless for now."
"And the brain patterns?"
"Ah, still quite acessable to us. The formula works perfectly as it did in the beginning."
"Good, good. Our youngest will be pleased. I wouldn't want our 'lioness' to develop an imunity. Sefu, I believe it is time for the next phase."
Sefu nodded then exited to a few doors over. He spotted Master Usi still watching the patient on a monitor. Sefu pulled off the rubber gloves and tossed them in a bin. "How is the one you affectionately call Bennu?"
Usi pulled his attention off the scene and scratched at the short tuff of a beard. "Extremely well, and she's managing her body perfectly. When the time come she will do us proud."
Sefu tapped his thumbs together anxiously. "Speaking of perfect bodies…"
"Hmm?" Master Usi grinned knowing exactly what was on Sefu's mind. Hell, half the male clique had it in their minds, although its only natural.
"She's required to copulate before long. I wondered if I could be the one. Bennu is… exquisite." Sefu asked cautiously.
"You will have to make an overture to her. It is Bennu's decision for our females always makes those decisions. There are so few of them compared to us." Usi answered his best physician.
He bowed to him. "Of course Master Usi." He said then left for his other duties, one being informing their youngest of the next phase. Sefu found him on the upper level lounging on a plush grey bench sofa with a Chinese style fan in his hand. His brown eyes rolled upward to spot Sefu. Some of the man's dirty blond hair fell loose over the couch's edge.
"Bloody hell, Doc. I would of thought the heat wouldn't bother me since I'm not human anymore." The young man drawled. He wore a white cotton button shirt that currently exposed a good triangle of his chest, and white trousers to match.
Sefu took a seat at the edge near the young man's feet. "You're still acclimating to the transition, eventually you will love the heat of our homeland." The physician rested a hand on his white pant leg. He didn't quite believe him but nodded anyway. "I have good news. Master Usi deems it ready for phase four where you can start plying your new talents."
He sat up with excitement. "Really?" His eyes glinted wickedly.
"Yes, but speak with Mistress Mut before you start. She wants to watch your progress."
"Of course, I wouldn't deny her anything." Both males grinned. Sefu left him to do his part in the divine prophecy.
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Sir Integra paused in her speech about what her organization was all about and about who and what worked for her. The next part she was going to reveal may be the hardest to digest for the amnesiatic Annabel. Currently the girl fiddled with lock of her hair. "You feel alright about all this so far?"
"I suppose so. It feels so strange that those vampires you have give me a weird feeling down my spine, like they want me to know they are there and where they are. Is that normal for everyone?" Annabel asked.
"Not exactly Miss Phoenix. Theres's more and it concerns you personally. You are a unique indivual, and like my 'pets' you are not quite human."
She grew panicky. "What do you mean? I can't be like them. Their dead! I'm not dead. I have a heartbeat. That makes me alive right?"
"Calm down Miss Phoenix. You're not one of the undead. You're very much alive, but have abilities no other human has."
"Then what am I?" She asked worriedly.
Integra pulled out Annabel's personal file. "You're a phoenix." She said handing the file to her.
"But that's my name."
"Take a look at the file. It'll help explain." Integra ordered gently.
Annabel looked warily at the regal blond, however she obeyed, looking at the top photo within several sheets of information. Annabel had a wry look on her face in the photo as if she knew something before anyone else. The current Annabel sure as hell didn't know what she knew. The next showed the same woman ingulfed in blue flames and smirking at the camera. Annabel closed the file quickly on the desk with shock. Her hand remained on the file though like she was gathering up her strength to look again.
She opened it back up and peared at a third photo. This time the woman had her back to the camera with vibrant fiery blue wings splayed out and up in phoenix fashion. Annabel gasped. "Is that me?" She spoke in awe. All worry and tension left her as she read though the file.
"I'm all this? Wow…" She muttered near the end. At the turn of the last page she stiffened. A polariod of the woman with her arms around the neck of the black haired median from yesterday made her go pale. Both faced the camera in the picture and someone had written 'MINE' in the white section. She admitted the red eyed median was attractive, but couldn't believe how she, Annabel, would want to get that close to such a being. His pressence unnerved her as it was.
She closed the file sliding it back to Sir Integra. "Well?"
"It's a lot to take in Sir Hellsing. I don't feel like I have that kind of power."
"You do." Annabel jerked to the right. Alucard stood in the shadows against the far wall.
Annabel let out a huff. "Do you always sneek up on people like that?"
He smirked. "When I sneek, I get much closer Miss Phoenix." He walked out of the shadows to stop ten feet from her.
"I wouldn't suggest doing that on me. According to Sir Hellsing I can burn people like you to a pulp." She warned him in all seriousness.
"I shall endevor to keep that in mind." He said, still smirking at her.
Her jaw twitched in irritation but held her mouth closed.
"Alucard, what do you want?" Integra lit a cigar and took a long puff.
"I simply wanted to properly re-introduce myself to Miss Phoenix." He took off his hat, made a sweeping motion with it to his chest, and bowed to Annabel. "I am called Alucard, faithful servant to Sir Integra Hellsing." His raven hair obscured most of his face. Only the tip of his nose and chin showed through.
"Eh, hi Mr. Alucard. I guess you know who I am already."
Alucard straightened back up and nodded.
Annabel voiced a question to him. "The small one, is she yours?"
"Not exactly, Bug was adopted by you a few weeks before the accident." His tone was grave.
Her eyes widened. "She's m-m-mine?" Annabel bolted upright and made for the door. "I've have enough revelations for today and I don't want anymore!" She yelled out just before the door slammed behind her.
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Pip whistled a little tune as he drove his jeep back from the busy city of London. During a stoplight he padded a jacket pocket where a narrow box lay safely tucked. He normally didn't go in town in broad daylight but the shop he went to wasn't open at night. 'I hope she likes it.' He prayed for the tenth time. The little box contained a gift for Seras; a necklace of a fourteen karot gold seahorse with high quality synthetic saffires for eyes and clear gems dotting along its back. It cost him a pretty penny; half his paycheck in fact but Seras was worth it. She mentioned once she liked watching the seahorses at public aquariums when she was younger.
He wanted to show her he was still interested in her despite the elder vampire's obvious dislike of him. Alucard terrified him but that didn't mean Pip would stop trying to persue her. Seras was special. More special than Pip thought a woman could ever be to him. This put him in dangerous territory but Pip was not one to give up. He really liked her, and he meant really really liked her. He wondered lately if he was in love with Seras. 'It'd just be my bloody luck falling for one of zee undead. Ah, it least she's easy on zee eyes.' He thought just as the light turned green.
Halfway across the intersection the Captain heard urgent honking to his left. Before he could turn his head, a delivery truck slammed into the side of his little green jeep. The truck pushed the jeep sideways towards the street corner causing screeching, burning rubber. His precious vehicle rammed into the traffic light pole near the right door. Pip let out a pained yowl, then something banged into him from behind causing his head to smack into the steering wheel, which knocked him out like a light.
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The redhead perused the kitchen thinking it was a good place to be since she was told Annabel habituated this particular room almost religiously. She popped her head out into the hallway when she heard a commotion. She saw the ridiculously topheavy draculina running down the hall hurriedly buckle her belt on and tuck in a hello kitty t-shirt. A full blood pack dangled out of her mouth and her eyes were creased with worry.
Briefly forgetting Annabel's current mental state, Seras ripped the pack out of her mouth to inform her "Pip's been hurt in a car accident! I gotta go!" She then chugged down the blood like no tomorrow and tossed the empty bag at the redhead who caught it easily but dropped it a second later from disgust. Seras didn't even notice.
Annabel went back into the kitchen to resume exploring. She didn't know what to think about Pip's accident. She barely knew the guy. What could she do but hope it was minor.
She opened up a drawer full of strange little handheld gadgets. She pulled out a white handled whisk and pucked at the metal loops, trying to figure out what is it for. "Maybe its for bashing fruit." She voiced aloud. She then pulled out a stainless steel egg beater and played with the rotating lever. She giggled softly at the spinning whips. "I think its for mixing." The third thing she pulled out was a yellow ended turkey baster. "What the hell is this used for?" She frowned at it then tossed it back in the drawer and moved on to a cupboard. She was a bit hungry so she might as well snack on something. The first cupbaord held cereal and oatmeal. She tasted each cereal. None of them held much interest so she moved on to the next cupboard which had flour,sugar, rice, and the like. The next held cups and bowls.
She opened up the refrigerator. She saw fruits, vegables, raw hamburger, a pitcher of juice, many cans of soda pop, various cheeses, and a case of human blood. Avioding eye contact with the vampire's food supply she grabbed the pitcher out and poured herself a drink. It produced a nice fruity tang to her nose which she liked. Unfortunately it did not produce a similar result to her tongue. At the first big gulp Annabel half gagged, spat the red juice out then ran for the sink where she flooded her tongue under the faucet. She gargled repeatedly with the cleansing water. "By all that's holy who would make such a vile drink?" She questioned as a cloth wipe her mouth clean.
"It's blood punch, Miss Phoenix." Spoke Mr. Dornez in the doorway with the tiny draculina in tow. Annabel paled at the thought that she had just imbibed in vampire food. The little girl saw the pitcher, scampered over to the abandon glass, and hopped onto a stool.
"Auntie Phoenix," asking uncertainly, "Can I have some?"
"Eh, sure, knock yourself out." With that, the redhead left the kitchen.
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"Hey nurse-girly, alls I need is a smoke, and a cab. I don't need to get comfortable."
A plumpish brown haired nurse argued. "But sir you're pretty banged up. You need rest."
The Frenchman chuckled. "Zhis is not 'banged up'. I feel fine."
The nurse opened her mouth to say more when a petit blond bolted into the room.
"Ah mignonette, sweet, gorgeous, blessed, bouncy, mignonette." He reached out a left hand to her; the other had a needle taped to it.
Seras grasped his hand pressing it to her bussum, and placed her other hand on his right cheek. Bandages wrapped around Pip's forehead. The eye patch was gone revealing the old scar underneath. His right leg hung off the bed in a thick cast and more white bandages covered minor abrasions to his torso under a hospital gown.
"Pip! Are you are alright?" Seras cried then looked at the nurse. "Is he gonna be alright?"
"I'm not alright. Zhis nurse is 'olding me prisoner with 'er needle poking and pillow fluffing!" Pip spouted.
"He'll live." The nurse drawled, tapping a suringe of liquid that was inserted into an intravenous bag near the bed. "You got a few minutes before the drug kicks in, Miss…?"
"Oh, Seras Victoria. I'm his… I mean he's my… my captain." Her face pinkened.
"Mignonette, I want to be more zhan your capitaine. Je veux être votre amant.*" His left hand twisted around to grope Seras's left breast. His thumb rubbed over the nipple through her shirt. She lit up like a cherry pulling the lecherous hand away, although she secretly wanted him to continue. It was wonderful how that little touch felt to her.
*(I want to be your lover.)
"Oh don't worry, that's the morphine talking." The nurse said while writing down things on his chart.
"Erm, he's French. That's kinda normal for him."
The nurse shrugged. "He'll be kept here for three days for observation. You may stay here overnight if you wish, but he does need rest." She then left the room.
"I don't need rest mignonette, Just you in zee bed with me." Pip gave her a big dirty smile.
"Pip, you're awful, and I'm not getting into that bed with you. You're injured."
"And if I wasn't you would?" Pip added still grinning slyly.
The blush returned. "Can you remember what happened to you?" She wanted to change the subject.
"Hmm, intersection…Crash… my leg…" Sedative started taking effect. "Seras… worth… it…" He muttered the last bit then went into a light snore. Seras pulled up a chair, took a seat and stayed with him the whole night, all the while holding his hand.
00000000 Feb 27 2009
Since missions were few and far between for the time being, Seras spent copious amounts of time visiting Pip. She worried constantly over him, adjusting his pillow, holding his hand, and even feeding him the bland hospital food once. Pip loved every second of it being pampered by his little draculina.
Seras however worried over more than just Pip's current health. Her master's words keep running through her head. She didn't want to think about what he said about human's mortality but he was right. Pip's accident just brought out the implications into the fore front. Human's were fragile, weak, and mortal. Pip could have died in that accident. He could die in an upcoming fight with ghouls, he could die from a disease, and would die of old age if he was lucky. Several times she hugged him in the hospital bed, keeping the tears hidden from him. There was no way he could be with her indefinitely. Even if he was bitten he wasn't a virgin. Maybe Annabel's tears could prolong his life or something when Annabel gets her memory back, she thought insanely though it was doubtful. Seras tried her best not to mope. After all she should enjoy the time with him, however finite it could be.
Today the hospital released the horny Frenchmen to one of his lieutenants who drove him back to Hellsing manor. He sported a pair of crutches and a clean pair of pants and shirt. He did wear his army green jacket that he had worn the day of the accident and his favorite aussie hat. He hobbled in through the back door of the kitchen where Annabel attempted to cook something on the stove. If the burnt haze in the room was any indication, whatever it was not going to be tasty.
"Good afternoon Dame de Rouse, I mean, Miss Phoenix. It's a nice day, no?" Pip greeted then coughed.
She hurried to get the burning pot of pasta off the shove, fumbling for the oven mitts and slidding the hot pot onto the oak counter. "I burned noodles." She whimpered pitifully at her disaster.
"Ah no worries Annabel. I'm sure many great chefs had a rocky start in zee beginning." He offered.
"But I am already supposed to know this, Bernadotte." She huffed then turned to Pip. "Why does everyone have a nickname for me? You called me Dame de Rouse, the kid calls me Auntie, several of the soldiers call me Blue, and that weirdo in the basement calls me Spaz. I sorta understand the first three but I don't understand the Spaz one. Its just too much you know?"
He placed a hand on her shoulder. "Ah, Annabel you didn't mind zee names before, and well Alucard's just stubborn. Don't take everyzhing seriously and relax." Pip attempted to calm her. He then noticed a slightly different burn smell. "But first I zhink you should move zee pot off zee counter. Ets burning it."
Annabel squeaked, grabbed the pot, and dropped it in the sink. She took one look at the perfect black circle and wailed. "This kitchen hates me!" She screamed and bounded out the back door.
Pip took a defeated sigh. 'Eets only been a week for 'er. She shouldn't try so hard.' Pip hobbled down to Sera's room.
"Oh Pip you didn't have to come all the way down here." She blurted before he could voice a greeting.
"But I do, Seras. May I come in?" She led him to a chair. "Nah, I don't need to sit. I'm not as feeble as you zhink. I came to give you somezhing." She raised her eyebrow as Pip fiddled in a pocket pulling out a slightly crumpled blue gift box.
She took it in her dainty fingers a little bit nervous and opened it. She gasped at the adorable little seahorse necklace. "Awe… Pip why?" Tears brimmed in her large beautiful blue eyes.
He scratched the back of his neck with a sheepish look. "Well, mainly to show zat…" he leaned into her perfectly sculpted ear. "…I like you Seras Victoria," and then pulled back. She smelled so nice it was hard not to lay a wet one on her. "You are very special to me."
She blushed eight shades, clutching the necklace to her bussum. "So sweet of you. I love it." She then clasped it around her neck. The pendant dangled low just above the division of her perfect breasts. He couldn't help picture her nude with only the necklace on.
He couldn't hold back his perverted French nature anymore. "Oh mignonette." He grabbed her head and kissed her soundly and passionately. He half expected to be flung across the room so when he felt her arms around his neck bringing him closer he sighed heavenly and deepened the kiss, plying the style famous to his country. She moaned bringing her tongue timidly into the mix. Slowly she grew bolder with dainty little nips on his lower lip. Pip didn't mind the sharp pricks. He liked girls who bite and maybe that was why he found her fangs so fascinating. She was beautiful when she flashed those teeth even when he first met her and didn't believe she was a vampire. She slowly pulled away sucking on his lip with lust glazed eyes. She blinked in alarm at the sight of his abused mouth.
"Oh Pip I bit you I'm sorry." She said rubbing the tenderized lip with her thumb.
"Ah, I don't mind really. In fact I liked how you kiss me Seras." He said huskily then covered her thumb with his wet mouth and licked it with his tongue.
She withdrew her whole hand as she looked off to the side shyly.
"Eh too much?"
"I need to go train." Seras pulled away.
"Of course Mignonette." Pip returned his hands to the crutches and sighed happily. He went to exit when Alucard appeared before him dangling a fussy Deatrice by the collar. He frowned darkly at the Frenchman's nibbled lips and the scent of his fledgling on him.
"Captain, since you are off duty for a while you are available to babysit the Bug. Keep her out of my chambers." The elder vampire dropped her. Deatrice scampered behind Pip's legs and blew a raspberry at him from between them.
"Don't think you're protected behind that human, Bug. I wouldn't hesitate to turn him into dog food." Pip didn't dare take his eyes off Alucard. He knew that threat was directed at him. "Police Girl, you're late on the range. Meet me there." Then he phased out of the room.
"Is et just me or does zee big guy seem a little more on edge lately?"
Seras gave him a knowing look and headed out the door.
Pip looked down at the girl. "Well, I guess et's just you and me, mon petite."
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B/N: Ohh so we gets da full cross next chappie...I think...oh well. Still the memory loss, how is big, red, and smexy gonna cope with that? Oh wait he doesn't.
Still wanting reviews. I don't do this for money you know.