Chapter 11 Reality Bites

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Annabel's head pounded as she pushed herself off a linoleum floor to sitting position. Her eyes refused to focus properly and a haze pervaded her mind. She smelt something burning nearby. She tried to squint her eyes into focus on her surroundings incase the burning meant imminent danger. Aside from her head a little sting was felt on her left pointer finger. She brought it close to her face to see that it was cut at the tip. 'Shouldn't that be healed already?' Slowly she could make out countertops, oven, fridge, and a small curtained window. 'What am I doing in a kitchen? I don't think… I was near one was I?' Annabel found it hard to remember what she was doing last before waking up here. She grabbed the edge of the counter hefting her body upright. "Where am I?" Her whole being ached in a sort of sedative haze as if she was moving in slow motion. Fortunately her vision and haze cleared, though too slowly for her liking. She started coughing from smoke coming from the stove. Two different sized pots sat sizzling the burnt substances into the room. She found the knob, turned the stove off, and slid the pots off the burners onto the non-cooking surface of the stove. Then she opened the window nearby.

It was night she saw then gazed about the kitchen. She recognized where she was. "It can't be." She muttered. It was her kitchen, from the world she came from. Her vision cleared to crystal seconds later. She moved about her kitchen and the rooms beyond picking up random objects inspecting them for authenticity. 'Everything looks real and feels real. Could this be a dream?'

She walked into her old bedroom to sit at the edge of her bed, playfully moving up and down on the springy mattress. "Still bouncy. Hmm." She gazed at her private collection of comic books on a nearby shelf. She grabbed at volume eight flipping through its pages. 'Interesting that none of the Millennium stuff has occurred like in the manga. I think its better if it doesn't.' She replaced the volume when an image in a reflective surface caught her eye.

She darted to the round makeup mirror on her dresser. Annabel pawed at her face and hair. "Everything's turned back. I really hope this is a dream." Brown hair and slightly rounder face stared back in the reflection. She even wore the same t-shirt the night Alucard whisked her away from here with. She pulled up the back of that shirt and frowned sadly. The name he etched on her skin was gone as was the black tattoo.

She pulled it back down. 'Okay, not that I don't feel a little nostalgic about this place, but I don't belong here anymore.' She did have occasional dreams about her past life, however, this environment just made her feel really out of place. For one she rarely had waking dreams like this. With a pinch to her arm she awaited the real world. When it didn't happen she tried again harder leaving a red welt on her forearm. "Well that's a bust. I suppose I'll just wait until I wake up naturally" She shrugged. "I might as well have some fun." She knew that those who had awareness in dreams could make anything happen. She stared at an ocean painting on the wall willing the seagulls to fly out of the picture. Nothing. She went back to the kitchen to visualize a giant chocolate cake to appear before her. Still nothing. "This sucks. Its like the purgatory of the unconscious. Nothing happens here."

Okay maybe not nothing. A knock came at her kitchen door. The door opened to the neighbor from next door. "Oh hello," having to think for a moment "uh Mark."

"Evening Annabel." Greeted the thirtyish physical therapist. His black hair tied in a short high pony tail in back. "I just wanted to see how you were doing."

"Oh, just fine. A bit bored, but nothing a little sword sparing won't fix."

The therapist rose an eyebrow. "A sword?"

"Yeah, but I can't seem to make it appear at the moment." She said in annoyance. Mark walked into the kitchen and closed the door behind him.

"Annabel, you don't own a sword, or any weapons for that matter."

"Course I do! Its this long, imbedded with silver, and has pretty flames carved into the blade. I affectionately like to call it Sally sometimes." She argued.

The neighbor sighed exasperatedly and shook his head. "Annabel, have you been taking the medication Dr. Smith prescribed for you?"

'Huh? What's the figment of my old neighbor talking about?' She figured to humor it. "Sure! Red ones, blue ones, pink ones, green ones!"

"Annabel, be serious." with a hand on her shoulder he motioned her to the small kitchen table and chairs.

She sat down. "How can I be serious if all of this is supposed to be a dream?"

"Stay here." He ordered as he went to another part of her house.

'This is seriously weird. Since when did Mark ever order me in my own home?' She remained seated out of curiosity. Mark returned with a few pill bottles in hand.

"When is the last time you took these?" Taking the orange prescription bottles from his hands she read "Zuclopenthixol" and "Olanzapine". Both were for the treatment of antipsychotic symptoms.

The names sure sounded like official drugs. Could her subconscious really make something like this up? "Honestly, Doc. Never. I'm perfectly sane in the world I'm in. If you knew the things that are possible and beings that are real there you would not think me loony. And how would you know if I needed such medications? You're not a medical doctor." Guts twisted telling Annabel of something very wrong here. For one she could not clearly remember was she doing last before ending up here. However, she knew going to bed wasn't it.

Mark took a seat in the other chair. "John Smith is a friend of mine and he asked me to keep an eye on you. And yes, Annabel I do know about that other world of yours, vampires, werewolves, and ghouls, and that you think you are a phoenix of fire. But you are just an ordinary woman whose had a traumatizing experience and are using this Hellsing-verse to escape it."

Annabel's mouth dropped dumbfounded. She almost wanted to bust out laughing at the absurdity of it all. The cold pooling of dread in her stomach hitched that reaction from happening. Instead she tried to debate with the apparition. "Yes, David did quite put me through hell but I did not become unstable from that experience. In fact I think I've become a bit braver from such an event. If I can endure all the crap he did to me, and survive, I can overcome a great many things." She spoke seriously.

"In other words what doesn't kill you makes you stronger." Mark interpreted.

"Exactly."

"That's seems quite on the level. If only you stayed that way without medication."

"I don't need chemicals altering my thoughts. I'm perfectly healthy, and a bit hungry I might add." She pointed out with a finger stab to the man's chest.

"You say that now but the next time you wake up on the floor for no reason would you think the same? You have black outs Annabel, periods where you live in a fantasy world. I'm fairly sure you just had one as you've burnt your meal, and I know you're too good of a chef to do that."

Irritation clearly painted her face. "This place isn't real, I mean it is, but it isn't where I belong." 'Please I want to wake up now. This is not real. I'm not back in my old world. It feels wrong!' protesting mentally she proceeded to pinch herself hard repeatedly.

Mark cried out "No, Annabel!" And grabbed both her arms.

She could not understand the worry in his face when she noticed the acute pain in her left forearm, far more than pinching would do. Annabel looked down, saw a noticeable discharge of blood down her arm and a metal nail file in the opposite hand soaked and dripping in her blood.

She dropped the implement to the floor. It made a soft 'tink' on the linoleum. "What! What! That was not in my hand a second ago and not what I meant to do!" Annabel cried in shock.

"Its been in your hand this whole time. You were thrusting it around like a sword." He got up to look for a first aid kit. He found one in a cupboard, pulled out sterile wipes an bandages, and dressed her arm. "Do you see now that you don't have a full grasp on reality."

She kept silent trying to put order to all this. 'This feels too real to be a dream and yet it doesn't feel as real as it did when I first encountered Alucard.' A sudden flash of very feral looking Alucard about to eat her nearly overloaded her senses and she gasped aloud.

"What was that?"

"Did I hurt you?" Asked Mark just as he finished wrapping her arm.

"No. For a second I saw something unreal in my mind. It was kind of disturbing."

"That happens when you go off your meds."

An eyebrow rose. "I don't believe I've ever been on meds. The only psychiatric help I've had was with a short session with one of those law appointed shrinks after escaping David. My evaluation was fine and mostly a waste of time."

"Your breakdown occurred a few months ago when you saw David enter the restaurant you worked at. He didn't see you but you felt suffocated that he was closing in. You didn't sleep, eat, or exit your house for weeks afterward. Being the concerned neighbor I am got you to a doc where he found out about the delusions and manic episodes."

She stared down at the four hole scar on her hand. "I don't remember that." Another flash bombarded her mind flooding her with fear. A vision of David coming into the kitchen at work with a large two prong fork in his hand to stab her.

She shook it off. It was so strange. Even though she felt fear the vision itself did not scare her. Another flash occurred, one of a memory that she did remember. The one of that hook nose prick whacking her backside with a bat while pressed against a wall just because she added salt into his lemonade instead of sugar. This time she felt the pain as if it was happening to her at that moment along was fear. Again the vision itself did not terrify her as much as the manifestation to her senses. Never before had a physical pain accompanied a memory before, not like this. 'This is wrong. All of it.'

She shoot out of the chair. "What is going on here? I feel like I'm already drugged. Things are not making sense. What am I doing here!" She yelled getting worked up.

A second individual entered through the door. "Well, it was worth a try. You were always so stubborn." She flipped around at the familiar voice.

"You!" There stood the bane of her existence, the ex-boyfriend who tortured her for two agonizing weeks and whose double betrayed Integra. Her hand shot up to blast a hole into David's head.

An eyebrow rose in annoyance. "What? Are you going to 'talk to the hand' me to death?"

The slight tingling of her pyrotechnic abilities was there but nothing manifested as fire on her hand. Closing the hand she darted for her set of cutlery only to have Mark restrain her in his arms. "Let go of me!" She squirmed in vain.

"Since you want things to make since, Miss Tracy, here's a bit of sense. You're right. You have been drugged. I've laced your food with a hallucinogenic for the last couple weeks with the help of Mark here, whom I paid good money, and its the really detrimental kind. You've had delusions believing you're part of that stupid graphic comic series with vampires thinking that you are so unique. I know this because you're quite verbal in your illusions…" He walked up to her to lean forward. "… and in your sleep."

She tried to kick at him but she was out of reach. "Bastard! I'll burn you to cinders!"

"What? You're going to pour gasoline on me? Get your head on straight, Bitch. That was all a pipe dream. None of that Hellsing stuff was real!"

In a deadly tone she spat. "I. Don't. Believe. You."

David scoffed. "Have it your way, but this" His hand gestured around the room, "is your reality and nothing is going to change that. And now that I've found you again, you Miss Tracy are coming with me."

"The name is PHOENIX" with a grind of her teeth, "and you'll not take me anywhere!"

The dirty blond sighed in a bored way. "You've lost your fear of me. I'll have to beat it back into you."

Annabel redoubled her thrashing in the physical therapist's arms. David pulled out a syringe stabbing the needle into her neck. Annabel tried to fight the sedative but it only took effect faster. She lost consciousness.

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Back in Egypt and in the real realm of things, the incubus David painfully pried his fingers off the woman's skull. "Damn it." His digits still tingled in burning white pain. 'Sefu needs to up the amount of blessed water into her system, stop her from igniting her body like this. He stabbed at the intercom with a knuckle to get the doc down here. Spitting at her unconscious face he said "next time bitch you won't be able to harm me."

0000000000 April 3 2009

Bennu had the perfect plan, setting it into motion the previous day. First she would go about her day slowly increasing her state of melancholy behavior, being subdued, murmuring words of being useless, sniffling at times because she couldn't get herself to remember and the like. The next day, today was more of the same. Though this time she acted as if she wanted to appease the two female vampires because of her aloof behavior with them by doing her "best" at making the blood punch.

She taste tested the punch minus the blood to make sure it was palatable then poured the blood in. She acted completely miserable crying a tear here and there and letting a few drop into the punch by "accident". No one really watched her but just incase median eyes did she never broke character or took on suspicious behavior. After it was made she sat herself on the counter next to the pitcher with a hankie in hand. She convincingly looked the part of a very depressed, bedraggled woman. Even her aura reflected that. Bennu was trained to be that good. She wailed softly and dotted her eyes many times. Bennu carefully picked a time when the bouncy blond and brat blood sucker would show up in the kitchen normally. If the bastard elder male showed too to partake of her drink then so be it.

On cue Seras walked in with the tiny draculina in tow.

"Annabel what's wrong?" Asked Seras like Bennu knew she would placing a hand on her shoulder.

"I'm such a burden here." She started in a weepy tone. "I'm useless. I can't do anything right. I probably messed this blood punch up too, like everything else I do." She slumped her limbs leaning away from Seras. "I still can't hardly recall anything. I wondered lately if I should just put myself out of everyone's misery."

"No, Annabel!" Seras took hold of both her shoulders. "Don't think like that! You will get better over time. And I'm sure your punch is fine. It sure smells alright."

"Your just saying that." She sniffled.

"No, I'm not. I'll have some." Seras went over to grab a cup then filled it full with punch. She sniffed the contents like one tasting wine and sipped it. "See? Its actually not bad." Seras gulped it down then licked her lips in satisfaction.

Bennu cheered mentally. 'I have her eating out of my hand. Soon she'll die a slow death with my poison tears. Now just for the brat to drink it.' outwardly she produced a weak smile

"Do you want some Deatrice?" Seras asked.

"Um, I'm not really hungry now, Miss Seras. I drank my meal a bit ago." She answered, giving her Auntie an apologetic smile. "I will drink some later when I do get hungry."

The redhead nodded weakly, then hoped off the counter to give Seras a small hug. "You're not so bad, Seras." The draculina smiled back. 'Yes, and you'll be even better when you're a dried husk of nothing.' Bennu thought evilly. She replaced the pitcher back in the fridge then wandered slowly out the door. She wished she could watch her die but that would likely draw suspicion so she just prayed to Sekhmet for success.

Deatrice wandered off to watch the soldiers play war on the training field. Seras walked out into the hallway in the opposite direction that Annabel took. After a few minutes the captain appeared in the hall lumbering toward her with a slight limp. His right leg was still slightly underdeveloped compared to the left, however he walked without a crutch anymore, or rather Pip discarded it so he could impress his mignonette.

"Evening my beautiful mignonette."

"Hi, Pip." She greeted with a slight blush. "Are you sure you can walk on your own now? Erp." She produced a strange stomach sound.

"I just did. Did you not see?" He teased her.

"Of course I, erp, I did." She said haltingly.

"Are you hungry or somezhing, Seras?" He said in a playful tone.

"No," she groaned a little this time placing a hand on her stomach "I drank my daily ration, and… ooh that does not feel so good…and some blood punch of… Oh, god Pip, something's wrong!" Seras clutched her belly as waves of burning pain seared her insides.

"Seras!" Pip yelled frightfully as she crumpled into outstretched arms. His beautiful mignonette scrunched in pain as groans and whimpers vacated her lips. "Tell me what's wrong, please!" The captain panicked for her welfare.

"…my stomach… burns likes its… eating itself. I drank… Annabel's… punch. I… shouldn't have… it hurts Pip…"

He picked her up bridal style carrying his beloved draculina with difficulty toward the medical ward. "Where's Alucard? Maybe he knows what to do!"

"Master… scouting…too far…" She twisted in his grip with a upheaval of agony. Pip nearly lost his balance. He noticed her fangs elongating of their own accord. He knew that meant something about needing or desiring blood. "…so dry… Pip…" Her voice cracked.

Pip did not want to loose her but didn't think he could make it to infirmary in time. He knew she needed blood and fast. He wished he knew what was wrong with her and he blamed his weak leg that he couldn't get to help soon enough. He thought of the only thing he could do at the moment.

"Seras, drink my blood." He ordered shifting her body so his neck was easily accessible.

"…No…!" She croaked even as she ached to sink in her teeth and drink of that wet liquid pounding through his veins.

"Zat is a direct order, Seras! Just take what you need until I can get you some help." She shook her head weakly. "Please, Seras! I don't want to loose you!" Now his voice cracked.

His heart felt plead won over. Seras bit into his neck as painlessly as she could sipping at Pip's blood as slowly as she could which wasn't ever slow enough. The pain did lessen slightly by drinking although it pained her that she was weakening him while he was carrying her down the hallway.

Fortunately, for the both of them, Sir Integra entered the hall from a door to spot a problem immediately. She bolted over to Pip just as he was about to drop Seras. Integra, being physically fit grabbed Seras out of the Captain's arms.

"Boss, she's been poisoned I zhink. I'm not too sure how." placing a hand over the twin holes on his neck he added. "Gave her blood. Helped a little."

Integra nodded then sprinted the rest of the way to the medical ward where she ordered one of the doctors to hook up a constant transfusion for Seras. Pip followed behind at a much slower pace dizzy at the blood loss.

Dr. smith tried to get Pip to a bed to tend to his wound, but the captain wouldn't have it. He stood by Seras's bed holding her hand while the doc awkwardly dressed his neck by her bed. His mignonette clinched and unclenched her hand in bouts of pain. Her free hand clutched her stomach as the tube of blood feed into her wrist.

Integra phoned up her servant to get back here pronto. In five minutes Alucard phased beside his master in the infirmary. Immediately it was apparent of his fledgling's endangerment. He touched two fingers to her chin and leaned toward her searching with his third eye and taking in the scents on her body. The smell of the Frenchmen's blood pervaded heavily on Police girl's lips as well hints of fruit juice. She could see her insides slowly drying up from a poison, a poison Alucard had never seen before. Similar to silver in symptoms but drying up tissue rather than purifying them. Giving her blood slowed down the poison but did not stop it. It wasn't holy water either. Whatever it was she ingested it.

He turned to Police girl's mind forcing beyond the tortured girl's pain to the previous events leading to her current situation. He looked through his fledgling's eyes of her evening: waking up, getting dressed, getting Deatrice up, drinking her nightly ration, talking to a few soldiers about mundane matters, trotting to the kitchen, consoling a morose Spaz, having a glass of punch, meeting with the Frenchman, and finally starting to feel ill then the captain offering his blood.

He drew back his fingers. 'The punch. It has to be it. Spaz made it, but what- She was crying!' He jerked around sensing for that fire girl's presence.

"Alucard, what is it?" Demanded his master.

"Annabel's tears."

Integra gasped in complete astonishment. "What?" Pip showed a mix of shock and anger.

"I shall return in a moment" He phased out of sigh. Twenty seconds later, Alucard returned with a squirming Annabel in his arms.

"What did I tell you pervert, I-" Alucard slapped a hand over her mouth.

"Stop!" He barked in a deadly order. She stilled instantly to examine her surroundings. He released her when she was calm.

"What happened to her?" She asked at if she didn't know. Pip dropped Seras's hand and lunged at the redhead.

Pip grabbed at the front of her shirt and shook her. "Qu'avez-vous fait pour elle, salope! Comment osez-vous empoisonné ma Seras!*" The redhead had no idea what the captain was saying and was truly surprised at his little attack at her. "Vous n'êtes pas Annabel! Elle ne voulait pas faire cela à la femme que j'aime!*1" Both Sir Integra's and Dr. smith's eyes widened.

(*What have you done to her, bitch! How dare you poisoned my Seras!")

(* are not Annabel! She wouldn't do this to the woman I love!)

"It was an accident, Captain!" Alucard grounded out pulling the Frenchmen away from Annabel.

"What's going on?" The redhead cried in shrill voice.

Pip fisted his hands while looking particularly murderous at her. Twitches appeared from a clinched jaw.

The elder median explained. "Your tears, Annabel. Your depression of the last day effected your tears and they must have gotten into the punch you made, harming Police Girl."

The redhead first blanched, then paled, then collapsed to her knees, and finally covered her face with her hands in a light sob, never once looking at the sick draculina.

The captain turned to address his boss in a tense tone. "Sir Hellsing, I need a word with you, alone."

Integra nodded and led him outside out of human earshot. "Sir, zat is not Annabel, zee real Annabel would never-" Immediately, Pip shot off only to be cut off.

"Captain, we've had this discussion before. You cannot predict the behavior of one in her condition."

"I've talked to zee doc here-"

"-who is a general physician, not a specialist. Your theories are quite unfounded and highly improbable. My servant can detect the insincerity in anyone better than a normal human and has not once mentioned the like in Annabel."

"Sir, if you've spent as much time with her as I have you would know its not her!"

"And my servant hasn't spent time with her? He knows her better than anyone. Shouldn't Alucard be the one complaining here if something is wrong with her?"

Pip urged on "But zat's just eet! She doesn't let him spend time with 'er!"

"I've had enough." Integra spun on her heels. Pip grabbed her arm to jerk her back. Her look was venomous.

"Will it take Seras's death to make you see!" He pleaded.

"Unhand me Bernadotte." Ice trickled down Pip's spine. He let go. "Captain, you are suspended from duty for the next two weeks."

Both went back into the medical ward with Pip extremely subdued. He said nothing, pulled up a chair next to a prone Seras to hold her hand, and brush a limp strand of hair from her face.

Annabel sat in a chair still seemingly mortified of her blunder. Alucard stood in front of her six feet away. "You can heal her, Annabel. Just focus on curing Police Girl with your tears."

"But my tears are what hurt her! What if I make it worse?" She whimpered.

"You won't. I know what your healing tears look like. The Annabel I know wouldn't give up." Alucard spoke plainly.

Numerous liquid rolled down her cheek though none of it was the healing elixir. 'Maybe I can save her but I don't want to. You are so stupid.' She was trained to cry, laugh, and freak out at a drop of a hat. The supposed No Life King could not tell her apart from the real Phoenix and his lover. She could laugh at his face for the grand farce by her and the followers of Sekhmet. He couldn't even smell the difference between her and a clone. Now, the human captain was another matter. She had an inkling that the Frenchman might be on to her though she had no proof.

After fifteen minutes of theatric crying she cried. "Stop staring at me! I, I can't do this!" then ran out the door. Pip turned to stare at Alucard with a deep knowing frown. The median knew the captain's current position on Annabel and his thoughts rang to him of "Can you really believe zhat's 'er right now?"

From what the doctors were saying Seras had a week maybe two before the inevitable happened, if nothing intervened.

Annabel locked herself in her room, secretly relishing in the misery of others.

Alucard lurked through the hallways, lost in his thoughts.

Walter disposed of the punch before Deatrice could inadvertently drink it.

Integra paced her office, deep in thought.

Pip stayed with his mignonette until sunrise where he had some serious planning to do.

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Annabel woke though it didn't feel like she slept at all. She didn't feel any more rested than the day before. Then she remembered it. David had come back for her, said he drugged her to mess with her mind. Annabel didn't know what to believe of that crazy story. It couldn't be true. The Hellsing world was real. She had lived every part of it as real. One thing bothered her. She could not for the life of her remember what she was doing before entering into this whacked out place. The last thing she could reasonably recall was being in the kitchen with Alucard and Deatrice. She knew there was a segment of time and events that occurred between that and when she ended up here, it just escaped her as to what they were.

At the current situation in hand she looked down to see an oversized ruffled dress draped over her person with an old fashion chemise under it. A very similar type dress that she was forced to wear when David had imprisoned her the first time.

"The first time…" Annabel looked about her surroundings. She was in a moderate sized room bare of nonessentials. All it contained was a four poster bed, a few wall lamps securely bolted to the wall, and a heavy oak table across the room. A window opposite the door graced the room, barred with four rows of crosshatching rot iron. A doorless archway led to a plain bathroom. 'That bastard…' A hand went to her neck where he stuck her with a needle. 'He drugged me just like before! Well, he won't get the same results from me!'

A knock rapped the door and the thin mustache wearing bastard entered oh so smugly. Annabel jumped off the bed, clambered over the cold wood floors, and connected a fist to curved nose. Pain exploded in her hand nearly making her cry out while David's head merely returned to center from the punch. "Now, is that how you should treat your gracious benefactor?" His nose didn't even bleed. Annabel saw the small opening behind him and went for it. Unfortunately he hooked a strong arm around her waist and threw her back into the center of the bedroom before she could pop her head out the doorway. On her back she scrambled to get to her feet but a well placed shoe on her stomach held her down. Her arms strained to keep her shoulders and head facing David and off the floor. "A few ground rules. One-"

"Die, you sad excuse for a man! Alucard will draw and quar-"

He pressed the hard semicircle heel into her gut until she grunted from the effort of not crying out. "One, there is no escape. Should you try you will be punished severely. Two, do not speak, unless I give permission. Three, that creature is not real, so get over it. Four, and listen well, no one," pressing his shoe in harder, "And I mean no one is coming to save you, Miss Tracy. I own you. You do as I say."

"The name," grunting with effort "is Annabel Phoenix! I changed it while still in Texas!"

He removed the foot, wrenched Annabel upward by her arm, twisting it behind her, and slammed her into the nearest post of the bed. Her lip split from the force, and surely her right breast might be showing a good bruise later. "Rule five! Never speak that name again! You are what I call you, and right now it's a worthless sack of flesh devoid of a spine and any sense at all!"

Rage boiled inside her. "Oh David," starting sweetly then turned venomous "If I'm that, then you're dog shit." She pointed out laying it thick on the 's'. She got her head slammed into the post for that.

Her jailor released her. She twirled around to face him and maybe lay a foot into his groin unfortunately dizziness left her unable to focus in time. David leaned on the door jar when her vision cleared. "Be a dear and make me my breakfast."

She sneered. "If I can use you as the main ingredient, I'd love to."

He waved a finger at her. "tut, tut, tut. You must behave now."

She clasped her hands together in obvious sarcasm. "Ooh, if I behave what do I get master? A nice big chew toy?" She dropped those hands to stare daggers into the bastard's forehead.

"Get in the kitchen now, bitch!" He suddenly yelled, startling her a second.

Annabel complied if only to scout out an escape route.

In the large kitchen she mentally inventoried anything and everything that could be used against him.

"Don't even think about it, wench." He said.

"You don't know what I think. I could be thinking about a nice bundle of daisies to put on your grave."

He smirked. He knew exactly what she thought at any given moment. "Just cook something, wench, and make it good."

She pulled a cleaver out of a set. "Why don't you give me a hand by putting it right on this block!" The man didn't even flinch. She threw it at his chest.

He chuckled. The cleaver didn't even get close as it lodged into a wall to his left.

Her face scrunched in annoyance. 'I really thought my aim was getting better.'

A moment later David grabbed a fillet knife, throwing it perfectly into her outer thigh. Annabel grimaced then grabbed her leg to gingerly pull it out. "I told you if you don't behave you get punished. Now make sure you don't get any of your blood in my food."

She let out infuriated scream to his face. In a movement she couldn't follow he rammed a fist to the side of her mouth. Annabel knocked into the counter barely catching herself from falling all the way to the floor.

'By god, when did he become such a hard hitter?' The lip that was split gushed fresh blood down her chin.

"I will not repeat myself." then he left the kitchen.

She could bolt but knew nothing of the layout of this place and was sure the bastard planned for that contingency. She stood back up to cook something. This place still didn't feel quite real, but the pain in her face and thigh sure as hell didn't feel fake.

She made breakfast and spat in his scrambled eggs. Somehow he knew and forced her to make the entire meal again while forfeiting her own plate. She did so again all the while trying to seek out a hidden camera around her station.

She sat at the table watching the pig eat thinking murderous ways Alucard could relieve him of certain body parts. He ordered her to stop staring so she fixed at a point above his head visualizing a large three headed hellhound salivating over the bastard's head just waiting to chomp down. She pictured the drool just drenching down David's neck and soaking his really expensive clothes. David grabbed a wine bottle preparing to throw it at her.

"You're still staring," sounding irritated, threw it at her head. She ducked, at least she thought she did but the bottle still hit her, knocking her out cold.

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BN: See she's not brainwashed, despite what you guys believed. She's been kidnapped, and there's an imposter! Somebody, find the original fire bird and bring her back, we need to save Seras! Oh and Kim I'm out of coffee, send me more?

AN: Coffee? hell no. you bounce off the walls as it is. For those who didn't see it, abbreviate chapter 10's title... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... its T. A. R. D. I. S. Yeah i'm a dork, whatever.