Okay this is the last Chappy for this story. Some of you will love me, many of you will hate me at the end but read on!

Chapter 16 Happy Days are Here Again!

Integra almost turned the system off when she felt the vampire touch upon her consciousness briefly. He had heard and was probably debating whether he really heard Annabel or not. Integra decided to leave it on with her head blocking the lit button. If she continues to speak in ol' Annabel fashion he might just pop in for real to see.

"Do you think that was prudent to incite the man?" The Doctor pulled an irksome face.

"I would have gushed some Romanian but I don't know a word of it. Don't worry Doc. I'll protect you, besides I didn't use 'search and destroy'. Those are the boss's words. I very much prefer divide and conquer." She giggled with a devious glint in her eyes.

Doctor inserted another question. "I have a query that's been bothering me since I heard the name. Is your vampire by any chance the once legendary Dracula of Bram Stoker's book?"

"No, he's the Easter bunny." Sarcasm splayed in her face.

"Right, so, just to be clear he's the Dracula that spent time in a Turkish prison and later ruthlessly impaled thousands of his enemies, Vladimir the Third of Wallachovia?"

She showed a toothy grin. "I believe so."

"What is it Doc?" The Scotswoman nudged him.

"Eh, I may have run across the fellow when he still had a heartbeat." His voice held an edge of wariness.

Annabel stared at him hard for a long minute than burst out laughing. "Didn't like you, did he?"

"That's not funny. He tried to have me gutted. It wasn't a pretty sight." The Doctor sounded slightly different though she didn't notice.

She laughed even louder now having to hold her stomach. She even snorted a bit. "What did you do? Snog his former wife?"

He continued in the slightly odd speech "No, I merely tried to point out that tormenting people on poles wasn't necessarily the best policy."

"I'm sure he had some points to make with you, Doc." She said giving him an extra big snort. Integra narrowed her eyes at Annabel and the Doctor who returned a knowing flickering glance.

"What is your favorite color?" He asked abruptly.

"Red and purple, but what has that got to do with anything? And why are you sounding so-"

The Doctor, Amy, and Integra watched Annabel's blue eyes shrunk briefly in the increased light exposure when they suddenly widened in concert with a sharp gasp. She practically shoved Dr. Smith into the tray table nearby and hopped off the bed. She darted for the door with surprising fortitude and flung the door open. Not two feet away was the love of her life looking mildly surprised at the sight of her. Annabel pounced onto him, arms attacking his neck and planting the neediest kiss ever expressed upon him. Alucard actually stumbled back a step then put to use his two arms holding her tightly.

She kissed him all over the mouth and chin area eagerly and mumbled incoherently between mouth plants. Finally his six senses finally kicked into gear to tell him that she was real and here and kissing him. One hand moved to brace the back of her neck and he took control of her willing lips sucking in the bottom lip and nipping at it passionately. His tongue drew in to collect the succulent pearls of her blood then all around tasting her mouth. 'It's truly her! She's alive and knows me! And she's… thin?'

Alucard pulled away, lowered her dangling feet to the ground, and seriously looked at her. She clung heavily to his shoulders. She in turn looked at him. Her eyes drew to the one inch wide scar down the left side of his face and the complete ring of raised tissue marked just below the adam's apple. Her attention went back to his eyes quickly.

Her eyes sparkled like watery pools. "I missed you most of all, Red. Now I'm home." She said softly snuggled into his chest and proceeded to silently break into tears.

Still as bewildered as ever Alucard pulled her up into his arms bridal style.

When he had heard his master on the com system instead of the normal telepathy he decided he better listen in case it was something real to be had. Upon hearing what he thought was Annabel yelling at him he actually sat up on his coffin and pinged his master's mind. For whatever reason the com stayed on though he still half believed it might be his own mind playing it, he figured he might as well meander towards the infirmary. There seemed no hurry, although his master calling him might be to inform him of Seras's imminent departure from this plain of existence. Thus far the only thing Alucard felt really happened was Integra's call to him. He listened to the slightly static intercom as it played all over the manor as he slowly made his way to the medical wing. The perceived sound of her laughter blessed his ears urging him to move faster. The words of this Doc irked him some. Who was he that his mind would create him? He started to think that maybe, just maybe, this Doc was real and that meant she was real. If so, what did she mean by a dog, a bird, and an alien? Was it just random things for her to say? He figured not as he sensed a few unusual characters like a werewolf and an unknown entity in the vicinity. Again it could all be a grand delusion partaking in his mind. Then something in the conversation between this Doc and the Spaz struck him as odd. The Doctor was suddenly speaking Romanian and his Spaz understood exactly what he said. Alucard wouldn't have conjured a fictional Annabel understanding his native language. If anything she would be speaking it fluently as well, however, he found it hard to imagine her speaking in anything but English. So he picked up his pace into the medical ward. He saw a Pip smelling lycan practically on top of a conscious and healthy fledgling. Surely this was the proof that all this was indeed an hallucination. That was until Annabel ripped open a door to attack him.

Alucard walked into the semi crowded exam room.

"Took your sweet time, didn't you Alucard." Integra glared at him.

"I wasn't… sure." He admitted.

Instead of having Sir Integra repeat everything aloud he simply sifted his master's mind for the entire conversation. It took only seconds and when he was done he shifted a penetrating gaze at the Doctor. "We met before." He stated simply.

"I hope you still don't hold a grudge because I don't believe in grudges." The Doctor remarked.

Annabel squeezed a shoulder when he looked down at her. His Spaz's salty wetness soaked in his shirt. It gripped his insides knowing the pain she must have been through. "Not anymore." He replied.

"Won't her tears hurt you?" The woman called Amy spoke up.

He stared at the girl hard. "It's not that kind." With that softly spoken statement Alucard vanished into thin air with his bride.

Integra spoke. "Alright if you two have nothing else to contribute, I want that box out of my office…"

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Once in his coffin Alucard embraced Annabel tightly shrouding her in the welcoming darkness of his shadows. Her arms wrapped around him fiercely for fear of not feeling his warm bulk again. Now safe in the privacy of his arms his Spaz truly let the dam burst and trembled. Alabaster skin felt a growing pool of warm wetness below her head. Like he had said to the girl, he knew these tears wouldn't affect him physically. Emotionally however, they dragged him into a pit of rage. How dare that creature David cause such torment upon her spirit, upon his Annabel. He wished he was alive again just so Alucard could truly inflict his own brand of torture sentence on him. Alucard had a strong feeling Annabel didn't tell his master everything that he did to her, and he knew he couldn't force that information out of her. She would have to tell him when she wanted to and that could be never, or a half hour later in his coffin which is when she did.

"David… raped me." She murmured when the waterworks died down a bit. Rage truly rattled inside Alucard's bodily cage at that. "I was unconscious, but he did it."

"A wretched maggoty coward." Deep and throaty words submerged heavily in anger sounded in his resting place. "No one harms what is mine, my Spaz. I'll obliterate every last one of those scum sucking festering sand rats! Drag them to the pits of hell by their eyelids!"

Normally a rant like that would have anyone trembling in blind fear and pissing their pants but not Annabel. It was his way of expressing of how much she meant to him. She sighed in a contented way relaxing her tense shoulders and arms. "Ah Red," she whispered. "You know just what to say." Then promptly nodded off to sleep with her head nestled just below his chin.

000000 April 9 2009

Pip stretched back in his human shape on his mignonette's comfy coffin bed. Seras fell asleep an hour ago snug against his bare chest. Things had turned out better than expected. For one Seras didn't shy away from his shaggy transformation. She saw him a bit more approachable like a big ol' dog to feel protected with. She had watched him return to human form around the break of dawn and had listened as Pip recapped what all had happened after she fell ill since he could speak normally again. As a wolf all he could do was grunt, growl, and posture with Seras who clearly didn't understand him. He was glad the revert to a man was hundred times more bearable than the initial change. He ached everywhere but that was it. Having Seras in his arms obliterated any further feeling of muscle fatigue. For all he cared Pip was in heaven feeling the willing and luscious curves of the little draculina pressed against him. She was still fully clothed, though and he knew he had to go at her pace in this relationship, however, he was patient and in due time he will know her in and out.

Now, as a supernatural being Pip felt he could stand up to Alucard in being more worthy to pursue Seras. He wasn't humanly weak anymore. Even as he laid there amazing strength flowed in his veins, strength enough to protect his mignonette from most anything and it wasn't just feeling it. His muscles were a grade or two more toned not that Seras noticed the difference since this the first time seeing him without a shirt on, but he could tell in her eyes she liked it despite the intense blushing.

Another thing he noticed was the distinct presence Seras gave off that wasn't there before. 'So zat's is what its like to sense a vampire.' He remarked mentally. Hers felt quite delightful where as the big man in red's aura made his hair stand on end. He wondered how Annabel could stand that feeling all the time. The little girl's was just there, but not in an annoying way.

There were a great number of things Pip was going to have to get used to. Spending time with Seras like this was definitely one he looked forward to.

He inhaled into the top of her hair releasing an involuntary animalistic grumble. An unexpected surge of lust flushed through him and he had to pull his head back and breathe through his mouth to calm down again. 'Mon dieu, zat's intense. Annabel never warned me about zhis.' One sniff and Pip wanted to ravish the strawberry blond on the spot like a carrot dangled before a starving horse. He would have to very careful for he literally did not know his strength with her.

He fell asleep sometime later snoozing off the daylight hours with his lovely mignonette.

0000000 Evening of April 9 2009

Annabel woke up to the aroma of hot chicken soup wafting into the coffin. "Hot damn, I'm hungry." She voiced.

"As am I" Red eyes glinted happily at her. A hand caressed her cheek. With the other hand he pushed open the lid.

She spied a fold up tray with soup, toast, orange juice, and a blood pack on ice on it. Annabel struggled to lift herself off her sexy pillow only to collapsed hard back on his chest. "Damn it, I did overexert myself." Every muscle was sore beyond belief.

Alucard chuckled lightly, pulled her up with him, closed the lid, and sat atop the coffin with her in his lap.

She kissed his good side. "Not that I don't like being pampered but I'd rather not be a rag doll for your amusement." She took a short look around the room. The three other pieces of furniture he normally had were piles of kindling. She only voiced a "hn" then snagged a piece of jellied toast off the tray.

"You can be anything you want, as long as its you." He said causing a mouth stuffed "awe" sound from her. He helped her with the soup using his shadows to hold the bowl before her spooning out each quickly devoured bite while he sipped on blood in the hand that wasn't holding her back up.

When she finished off the juice she wrapped her scrawny arms around his neck and traced the tip of her nose over his face. With the scar she coasted her lips and hot breath along it to his chin. Her hand moved to pull several locks of silky black hair behind his left ear when fingers felt barely anything there. She gasped, looked at the badly burned off appendage, then huffed angrily. "That bitch! What else did she do?" She demanded tugging at the vampire's shirt buttons.

"Not now, Spaz." He said pulling her hands away.

"Yes now! I demand to see where that faker dared mar you!"

He sighed. "Hold on." Shadows leaped from his person to one of the piles of splinters. Face locked hard in concentration as he reassembled his throne chair to its former glory. Once it was whole he maneuvered it back to its original place in the room. Getting up, Alucard settled Annabel into the chair then stepped back a few feet to take off the shirt.

Both hands clasped to her mouth. "Oh, god." The scar on his face followed on to his chest, a slash mark cut across the torso, a huge spidery burn mark the size of a football blemished the place over his heart which followed through to his back, and various small stabs adorn his arms. He pulled off the gloves to show her several gnarled fingertips where normal fleshy pads used to be. Rage boiled inside her but there was no one left to unleash that anger onto anymore. He stood silent before her when she noticed another altering of his flesh just above his belt. She sat back and covered her face. "Please tell me you're still a man." She couldn't help but ask.

Alucard tilted his head with a half smirk. "Yes, that I am, though she did succeed doing for a short time what you always threaten to do."

"Oh, god." For a long several minutes that was only thing out of her mouth. 'How dare she do that to my lover! I suppose I can't do anything about it right now. Just maybe try to make them hurt less.' She huffed mentally. 'Huh, I'm scarred on the inside. He's scarred on the outside. I sought him out as the medicine for me, and I'll be his medicine. Together we'll heal each other.' She giggled aloud.

"What is it?"

A bright beaming smile braced her face. "Oh, just silly nonsense. Comemeer Big Red, little queenie wants to cuddle!"

He did so, replacing her seat in the chair to his lap. "What's on your mind, Spaz?"

"Hm, happy thoughts with you in it, is all!" planting a big wet one on the scarred cheek.

With a lazy grin he molded his mate to him. 'Ah, she's back. She's definitely back.'

000000000000 April 30 2009

Weeks after the ordeal, Alucard still did not care for the hybridized Captain of the Wild Geese. Sure he wasn't human anymore and therefore did not suffer from human illnesses, injuries, nor the prospect of old age, but he still did not like the Frenchman's lecherous tendencies. Police Girl grew even closer to him, which unnerved him. Also he could no longer argue that he was a mere mortal. He conceded to the fact that Pip Bernadotte was staying for some time and reluctantly pulled him to his side to inform him of the aspects of Lycanthropes. If he was going to be a mate to Police Girl, and Alucard knew it was Pip's goal as he sensed his feelings for his fledgling, he was going to have to prove he was good enough for one of his fledglings. So far of late, the Frenchman was loosely passable after several grueling tests the median forced him through. Seras on the other hand continued to see his physical feats as amazing which irked him to no end. She had no comparison when it came to werewolves.

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Blue eyes stalked her prey in the hard dirt behind the climb wall on the training field. She licked her lips determined to catch her prize. Right now it stood twenty yards away with his back to her. Knees bent ready to pounce. 'Just a little to the left. Yes that's it.'

Legs sprung out, wings busted to life, and full torso glided through the air like a bullet with hands outreached. Annabel could almost taste the victory when the Captain tilted to the side at the last second and grabbed her foot causing a rubber band effect. Her body jerked backwards landing a perfect butt plant on the hard dirt. Several of Pip's underlings smirked at the scene.

"Sorry, Dame de Rouse. Zhis hat stays on zhis head." He smirked at her offering a hand up.

She took it. "Damn. I was this close," holding up a finger and thumb to express it.

"I have my nose on you."

"Is that what tipped you off this time? My smell?"

"Huh, smell, presence, noise, and too slow Annabel." He flicked a loose strand of her hair. "Not zhat you are slow. You're shaping up pretty good. You look almost yourself, but I'm up to your mischief now."

"Yeah I guess you're right wolfy. Hey, I got something for ya." She pulled out a little brown paper bag and handed it to him.

He smelled a trap but looked in the bag. One look and he groaned slapping his hand over his eyes. It was a dog collar with his name on it. "Annabel…"

At that moment a hand snatched the hat off his head and a gust of air scattered dust and fluttered loose hair. Looking up he saw the redhead gaining altitude with his favorite hat. "Plan B!" She yelled happily down at him making lazy circles fifteen yards up. His men chuckled around him.

"Why do you do zhis to me?"

"You're not special in this venture. I do this to Red all the time!"

"Zhen bug HIM!"

She giggled. "He's not the one awake at the moment. Come on Pippie puppy I'm bored! Come and get your hat back. You're not a good leader if you let one little bird walk all over you."

One of his men spoke. "She's kind of right you know, Cap."

Pip grunted. "I want twenty laps from all of you!" His men jerked into action. "I'll get you yet, Dame De Rouse!" He spouted following after her on the ground.

She giggled flitting about like a humming bird toward the manor. Pip saw an opportunity. With a half smirk he scampered up the outside walls at an inhuman pace, reached the top edge then leapt upward to tackle Annabel's hips. Catching her off guard she dropped fast from the added weight which was still too much for her to handle at this time. Pip twisted his body so he would take the brunt of the fall. He didn't want to hurt her after all. A pair of bodies thumped into the bushes. The captain wiggled out from under her and snagged his hat out of her hands. After a few seconds recovery she burst out laughing.

"Sooner than I expected! That was great! Can we do that again?" Annabel dusted off her backside.

"No!" He blurted adamantly though he smiled with humor. "Anymore and Seras might zhink you have a zhing for me."

She blew a raspberry. "Not a chance."

"Stop snagging zhis off then! Zee hat stays on my head, alright?"

She smirked deviously. "Even when you're in bed with Seras?" Pip threw a half hearted kick at Annabel who avoided it easily and scampered off. A dirty grin came to his face as well. Things were progressing quite well between him and Seras, thought not quite there.

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A few hours later just after leaving Dr. Smith's office from a weekly progress on her health, a bit of curiosity got the better of her. She heard that the ashes from her double were still being kept in a storage room close by. She filched the key from somewhere and slipped in. It was filled with boxes with men's names on them. They contained the belongings of soldiers who died in service under Hellsing and who had no family to return their things too. 'Feels like a morgue almost but without refrigerator temperature.' Annabel spotted a handful of plain vase-like urns about the room. 'No, a mortuary not a morgue' she corrected herself. It was actually sort of chilling being the room with the long since dead. She shook the feeling off. 'Come on, I've been in cemeteries before. This ain't no different.'

She spotted her objective, an ornate blue urn with flowers embossed on its surface. "Awe, that's so sweet Walter, putting me in a pretty one." Muttering aloud she approached it. 'Oh that's definitely her, oooh.' Even dead as ash the contents of the urn gave off a weird presence. It made her skin itch and not in a good way. "You know what my doppelganger? I should scatter you at a crossroads. You caused far too much trouble to stay in a pretty vase." She grabbed it pulling it off the shelf when it suddenly stung with heat. The vase dropped to the floor with the contents spilling out. The lid rolled under a shelf. Annabel backed away as ash swirled outward in a red violet glow into a humanoid shape. "Oh shit! What'd I do?" Her eyes darted for anything to use but there were only boxes and no way was she going to desecrate any old soldier.

The form solidified into a perfect replica of Annabel. Blue eyes incased in dusty eye lashes stared blankly at Annabel.

"هل لك ، لي عشيقة الدموي؟*" Annabel could only stare dumbly at whatever the hell she just said. Her non response merely pissed the ash covered version. "You're still that vile thing are you not?"

(*Is it you, my bloody mistress?)

"Who are you calling vile? You're the one that hurt my friends and lover!" Annabel barely dodged a large fire blast, not that would it hurt her, it was just instinctive to avoid anything coming at her like that. It blasted a hole through a shelf obliterating most everything in a near perfect circle. A few boxes were half gone with miscellaneous items toppling out; one being an old dusty dagger which Annabel snagged off the floor during a second avoidance of flames. Anything in hand was better than nothing and it happened to be blessed. Annabel lunged at the ash cloaked woman only to smash into the back shelf. The double dodged toward the door and announced proudly. "I am Bennu! The vengeful hand of Sekhmet! You shall all pay!" Then lit the door in flames to dart through it. Annabel pulled out of the broken shelf and ran after her. Bennu splayed her arms out torching a line of flames along the wall like keying a car.

'No! She's trying to burn the place down!' Without even thinking Annabel propelled her own blue flames over the burning walls in the hope of suffocating the damaging fire. It worked but required her to slow down.

Bennu moved downward into the sub level where the vampire Alucard still lived. How he escaped her wrath the first time was a mystery, one she was determined to correct.

Annabel could sense her presence going toward the basement and luckily for her and the manor the walls were all stone down there. At the first floor Annabel heard a scream near where the basement entrance was. She doubled up her footing to see one of the new cadets sprawled on the floor with a massive burn across his chest. "Damn you bitch!" she growled dropping to the poor guy's side. It was a massive wound and she couldn't let the young soldier die. The man jerked in fear at seeing the one who just attacked him kneel over him, though she was suddenly clothed. "Relax; I'm trying to help you." She grumbled quickly as she concentrated on bringing the healing tears out. It took thirty seconds of precious time to bring a shiny drop to her eye then rubbed it on his lip. He healed almost instantly. "Tell Integra there's a mad woman loose in the basement GO!" He fumbled into motion as Annabel ducked down the stairs three steps at a time. At the bottom she was ambushed with a huge blast of blue fire which burned the entire left side of her clothes off including both slip-on shoes. The remainder pretty much fell off in crispy tatters. "I'm going to get you ya fucking mocking bird!" She threatened while charging down the left corridor pass the two draculina's private chambers and toward the basement library.

Little Deatrice happened to open her door rubbing her eyes clear of sleep when she saw not one but two ash covered Annabel's chasing after one another. The second one brandished a dagger. "Aun-tie…?"

"Stay inside sweetie!" One of them shouted out behind her. Deatrice looked as puzzled as ever, but stayed just inside her door.

Bennu darted into the large room of the library where she grabbed the self standing brass coat rack near the door and whacked the base part into Annabel's stomach when she came into view. Gasping for air Annabel leaped off with wings to avoid a second blow. Once she could she breathe again she dropped on top of Bennu jabbing the dagger into her shoulder. Bennu hissed flat on the stone floor then kicked Annabel with both feet propelling her a good force into the nearest book shelf. It wobbled off kilter then went down in earnest against the next shelf like a domino effect. Four massive shelves of books toppled before hitting the wall. "Gah! Ugh." She groaned as her cracked spine re-mended itself. "God damn it!" She cried stumbling off the wreck.

Bennu stood up and pulled the dagger out of her shoulder. "You're the one that mingles with blood demons! I'll slice Sekhmet's Ba out of you!" She screamed flipping the knife in her hand.

Annabel's hair licked with flames. "There ain't no one but me in here ya crazy tart!"

Bennu let out a battle cry charging at the real Phoenix like a crazy woman.

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Something disturbed his rest. Alucard opened up his coffin. Something was off in his surroundings. An odd disturbance on the level above him. Without bothering a shift in clothing from his silk pajamas he phased near his fledgling's quarters. He saw the Bug peeking out of her room, looking weary. He drifted over with a raised eyebrow.

"I think I saw Auntie Phoenix chasing herself." She said.

His eyes widen. A crash accompanied by an enraged scream pierced into the hallway. In a flash he went to the source.

In the library he saw one nude Annabel on the floor pinned atop a second nude Annabel. The top one was bashing the second one's head in by her hair. In a different circumstance this might be highly arousing with two Annabel's at his beck and call, but this wasn't the time. Both of them sported licks of blue flames on their hair and limbs.

Both of them stopped struggling to stare at him.

The bottom one smirked at his bare chest of scars.

"Spaz? What's going on?" Alucard asked in a low tone not sure which one to address. They both felt exactly the same to his median senses.

"Get off me you bitch. I'll cut you!" The bottom one spat trying to jab the knife into her side.

The top one yelled. "Not in this lifetime ya faker!" They resumed the struggle. The top got knocked to the side and now the bottom one was on top.

"Shoot her Red! Ya shot her before!" The now top one yelled.

He just stood there doing nothing.

"Do something RED!" The knife-less one grunted. "Throw a chair at her at least!" She struggled to keep the dagger from slashing her throat. The armed one seemed just a bit stronger getting closer to her mark.

Fortunately the top one was ripped off her by a table flying head on into her side. She flew across the room knocking over another set of shelves. The one on the floor scrambled up over in front of Alucard like she was being a shield to the danger across the room.

The one across the room disintegrated the table, glared with murder in her eyes, and charged head on toward the pair.

Mid way there she froze in mid step with an arm reaching out to attack. Before Annabel and Alucard's eyes they watched the other woman's skin and hair turn to stone. Well, more like pristine black marble.

"Whoa, that's new." Annabel asked. "Did you do that, Red?"

He shook his head. "Are you, you? Spaz?"

"The only one there should be." She grinned, her eyes twinkling.

"Right you are dearie!" The deity from before popped out from behind a shelf. "That will look perfect in my garden as a fountain!"

"You!" Annabel gasped. Alucard looked wide eyed at the strangely clothed being.

"You remember! I thought I'd have to introduce myself again." Her sweeping steps towards the pair jingled the many little bobbles on her long skirt.

"You didn't do it the first time."

She flicked her wrist about. "Posh, posh, details, details." She turned around and L-shaped her fingers in photo frame fashion. "Yes, the north corner of the garden. She makes such a beautiful nude. What do you think?"

"You turned her to stone." Annabel stated.

"High quality black marble with the hint of white quartz veins to be exact, and before you say, you couldn't have killed her successfully without reinitializing her life force. That's what you did dear back in the urn closet. I thought my way a lot more- My god! Annabel you're naked!" Annabel gave her an obvious look. Just now noticing Alucard she checks him up and down. "Hello. So much more yummy in person. I see why you took a fancy my little birdie. My, if I was in your place… Hm hm hmm!" She snaps her fingers. "Oh yes, the lab clone!" She claps her hands twice and the marble statue disappeared from sight.

"Who are you?" Alucard asked. He only felt a being like her once before and a very long time ago.

"I think you might have known my deplorably morbid cousin, but the name's not important, only that the day is saved! By Mua!" She batted her eyes prettily at nothing.

"Thank you, then. I wasn't sure how I was going to silence her." Annabel smiled crossing her arms. "It was fun bashing her head in. Man, she deserved that." She said sparing her love a regretful look.

"I need no thanks." She started then noticed the look Annabel gave Alucard. "Darling," getting her attention, the deity leaned in her ear and whispered in a way that Alucard could not hear. "You can erase what the other rout on him, my dear, and tears aren't needed for that." Annabel's eyes widened in surprise. Before she could ask the deity flicked into the thin air.

"That was the so called guardian angle from that dream?" She nodded still thinking about the last thing she said. She looked at her hand. 'Not my tears eh? My fire can burn and not burn. Can I make it… heal?'

"What in blazes has happened?" Spouted a pissed Sir Integra in the doorway. "The bloody walls have scorch marks, a soldier is yammering about a crazy woman, and…" she took notice of the basement library's untidy state. "What the hell happen here?"

Annabel waved her hands frantically. "It's not my fault, I swear! I mean most of it isn't. Well, I did let the genie out of the bottle so to speak, but I didn't know touching the urn would bring my double back to life! And she did get stopped. She's not even ash anymore, just poof! Gone! She was going after Red again I think and it's not my fault she wanted to wreak havoc in her path. I even smothered those flames and healed that guy, and then she burned off my-"

"Enough!" She bellowed. "Alucard, what do you have to say?" He'll word a slower explanation and hopefully will explain.

"I merely walked in seeing two Spaz's fight each other, quite entertainingly, and then the wrong one simple disappeared." Both the non-humans knew Integra wouldn't go for the Deity story so they simply left that part out.

Integra groaned exasperated and left not wanting to bother with them.

"Entertainingly huh?" nudging him with an elbow. "I know what you were thinking. It's a wonder you didn't get a nose bleed ya, pervert."

He stared down at the redhead that was his Venus, wrapping arms around her dusty nakedness.

Looking at the room she said. "I am NOT cleaning that up."

"But I believe you need to be cleaned up my dear," growling low in her ear. She shivered. He phased the pair of them into her roomy shower where he had divested his silk pajamas for her bare skin. She turned her back to him. A nice stream of comfortably hot water streamed out the show head. Alucard groaned at her plump flesh rubbing against his aching cock. It made been two months, fourteen days, twenty hours, and some minutes since he had last freely indulged in her tight insides. She had been somewhat uninterested in carnal activities the last few weeks, understandable considering recent events. Also he had allowed her body to recuperate so she could withstand his desires. Seeing her in glorious womanly curves today he knew she was ready physically speaking. Mentally speaking he wasn't so sure.

"Rub me down Red?" She asked sweetly, handing him a sudsy loofa.

He grabbed it. "My pleasure, Annabel." He purred in her ear, starting with her neck. He coasted the spongy thing methodically down her back while bathing her neck and shoulders with tongue and playful nips. She cooed softly lazily brushing a second loofa over her chest. He wrapped an arm around her and directed her soapy hand over her front. He concentrated much on her breasts swirling her loofa around perky nipples with just the right feather light touch. She moaned leaning into her sexy shower attendant, and rubbing a foot over the side of his leg. Done with her back, his sponge curved around her hip to brush over her inner thighs to the patch of dark read hair.

She let out a loud coo, then placed a free left hand over his and dislodged the sponge out of his hand. "Touch me there, Red." Annabel pleaded, planting his hand and nimble fingers firmly on her garden of heavenly delights. He obliged eagerly dipping fingers between her folds to the sensitive nub. Barely a few seconds into his finger torture Annabel was panting heavily already so very near her peak. He growled, happy that she was so receptive, and achingly that Alucard had yet plundered her folds with what he really wanted to use. At the slightest bit more pressure on her clit she went off jerking into his fingers and crying a long gratifying moan into the tile shower. "Oh god, I needed that." She flipped about to face him. "Yes, and now for you love."

"I better hope so. There's no way I'm getting out of this shower without plundering you, Spaz" He grumbled, voice deep with lust.

"Huh, we'll see." A devious smirk graced her face before reaching on her toes to kiss him. She kept it light, pulling away when he tried to deepen it. He frowned way passed the mood to be teased. She tried to appease him by grabbing his cock and stroking it in her lithe fingers with her thumb rubbing over the tip. He groaned lowly showing elongated fangs. Staring at his face she caressed a right hand over the unsightly scar. She puckered her lips a second before him before she ignited her blue fire on her hand. Alucard sucked in a breath then produced a dangerous animalistic growl. Eyes intensified in color threatening to turn her around and impale her then and there.

Red eyes suddenly widened in surprise. Her fire suddenly felt strange to his skin. Usually it only felt warm or if she was pissed, burning, but it was tingling on his face, rather pleasantly. Her face brightened greatly before she enveloped Alucard's entire body in the tingly blue flames. It lasted a mere five seconds and he almost forgot he was annoyed by her teasing.

"What… was that?" He asked afterwards.

She giggled then kissed him again this time welcoming a tongue into her mouth. Still a hold of his cock she brushed the tip up and down her opening helping to reignite her desire and his ire.

"That's it!" Alucard growled turning her around, latching onto her hips, pushing Spaz's back down, and plunging in, creating a mild slap sound from wet buttocks and wet groin and thighs.

Eyes rolled up in her head as she braced at the molded soap shelf and shower wall. Her back got the brunt of water raining upon them from the shower head. It helped to accentuate the sound of Alucard thrusting in and out of her; skin smacking skin and the occasional squirt of access water. She would have laughed but moans and cries of pleasure occupied her throat, not to mention she was overly verbal in the first love making session in over nine months. Alucard thinks he was deprived? She may not have been conscious for most of that but her body sure knew it missed consensual copulation, more specifically the vampire's hot cock. She cooed and cried. "Yes! Oh Big Red, that's it…uuuuh! Harder Yes! Alu…card oh missed that lots. Oh more More!" She went on like that; the begging words pure pleasure to his ears as he plunged harder and harder into her loving every second the feel of her tight inner walls.

She screamed while he roared in blissful completion. Her bathroom mirror crack by their combined sounds not helped by the noise reflecting walls.

He turned off the shower and lifted her in his arms. "You are a god, Alucard. I wanna worship your sexy godliness." She nuzzled his neck and licked at the drops of water.

"Hmm." He passed by the cracked mirror when he stopped. His face was perfect again. No ugly scar on the side of his face, no blemish around his neck, nor the fleshy mess on his chest. "So… that's what you did." Annabel had removed every mar the double had given him. He twisted to the backside, and frowned slightly. Her name etched on her back was still there.

"That one's mine. It ain't going nowhere."

His frown turned upside down. "It's you who's not going anywhere, Regina mea. Your worship has only just begun."

"I thought as much, Regele meu."He stopped and looked at her. "What? Did I not say it right? The language is a bit tricky to learn but-"

He kissed her into silence then proceeded to the bed.

0000 THE END …..and Now the Teaser

Vampire activity picked up after the dispersal of the Sekhmet occult. Stragglers left over from the group of incubi in Britain were picked off once they knew their great prophecy had backfired on them. Most didn't bother to hide themselves anymore, several sought out the Hellsing members only to be quickly silenced by Alucard's gnash of teeth.

The lucky(depending on your point of view) freaks that went into hiding during the upsurge of incubi attacks showed their heads again only to have them blown off by one of the two eldest vampires, sliced off by the phoenix, ripped off by a werewolf, or shot to pieces by several guns for hire.

Currently Alucard and Annabel stood side by side studying a large factory with a crisp clean sign on the front that said simply 'Dummies' in large bold font. The main door sported a red stain leaking out from under it onto the concrete ground. "Twice the amount the report said." Annabel voiced though they both new it. "Gonna test out your new Casul? There are plenty of targets." He grinned inhumanly wide, sleekly pulling out both guns. She in turn pulled out her blade. "Dibs on the second floor." Then she grinned madly, unleashing her blue wings out into the crisp night air.

"Only so long as I'm busy on the first, Spaz." He said marching towards the front door.

With determination, Annabel flew up through an opened second story window. Once inside she saw dozens and dozens of motionless head shapes silhouetted in the dim overhead lighting. Some of them glared the purple ghoul eyes at her with low moans. From below gun fire had already started. 'Better get started then.' With a battle yell she charged at the nearest bunch of moaning forms of decay. The ghouls moved in earnest. The phoenix beheaded three with ease when a huge mass of body shaped things toppled onto her head followed by being buried completely by plastic limbs, torsos, and heads. "What the?" A high pitched cackle followed that from the center of the room. She grumbled. 'mannequin parts, that's just rich.' She wormed out to the top of the pile to spot the still laughing individual in a raised control booth. "You're mine buster!"

The freak stilled for a second, staring those glowing red eyes at her "Fraulein speaks!" Then he snorted snapping his fingers. Half his ghouls lifted up riffles and pistols.

Annabel flew up in the air barely avoiding the spray of bullets at the plastic dummy pile. The whiz of projectiles followed her in her flight. She swept around the control booth where ghouls, being the mindless things that they are, shot it up with the freak inside. He ducked behind the thick metal table of buttons and levers spouting a few choice German explicatives. A second pass was made with a second shout of curses. He snapped fingers forcing the ghouls to stop shooting then jumped up to push some levers. Before she could look behind her, a large mechanical claw smacked into her backside causing her to drop into the mass of ghouls. Instantly they grabbed at her with grubby decaying hands, one even bit her on the leg. She growled bursting out flames all over her body. All ghouls within three feet of her vaporized into nothing. She sprung to her feet making a sweeping arc with her sword at more soulless bodies coming at her. None had a chance as a flaming blade connected with throats and limbs. She glanced at the metal claw coming down to grab her. "Oh no you don't!" She spat rolling away then blasting a fire ball at the mechanical hand. It didn't melt into slag as she expected it would. Too soon ghouls closed in at her small distraction. She unfurled her wide wings, this time to burn anything it touched. Spinning her body three-sixty she obliterated nearly all the ghouls on the second floor. Several guns clattered to the floor without hands to hold them. Unfortunately it took a considerable chunk of her energy to do it. Wings petered out seconds later. The freak still in the swiss-cheezed booth whistled in awe.

"Fraulein got skills."

She grinned derisively. "Come on out of that box and I'll show you some real skills."

He chuckled. "I show you mine Fraulein." Sparks of electricity flickered through his hair and just under his skin. Static build up in the air around her frizzing the red strands all up off her head. With a bolt of power through his hand several machines along with a conveyer belt turned on.

She groaned 'oh great, he's a weird one.' "Wow," she drawled. "You can turn things on. That deserves a sticker." She then blasted a fire ball at the booth which should have carved out a nice smoldering black hole, but instead did nothing but make the freak laugh. Annabel groaned then realized the fallen guns about her should have melted when she barbequed the ghouls. "Everything's blessed?"

"Nice touch, ya?" The claw came at her again.

She ducked passed the swinging thing towards an assault rifle. "Bless this funny man!" She cried picking it up and fired right at the freaks head. The laughing guy dipped his skull out of sight. 'Wonder how Red's doing? Its been too quiet.' She rolled away a second time as the three fingered thing scrapped the floor, missing a grab at her.

On the first floor Alucard hissed as he swiped a gob of heated liquid plastic off his face. The abomination he dealt with had opened up a valve of the hot viscous goo drenching the elder median from head to toe and gumming up both his guns. "You'll not get far, bitch!"

She giggled shyly atop an industrial sized shredding machine that much resembled a wood chipper, in a catholic school uniform. "Vat? You no like?"

He put his now useless guns away then leapt at her. She disappeared at the last second leaving him empty handed at the edge of the machine's mouth. He sneered at her vanishing tricks when two feet connected with his back and he went head first into the chopper blades. The contraption kicked on instantly and the female freak watched while Alucard's body feed into the crushing chopping blades splattering blood everywhere. When it got to his boots she twirled about around the machine's mouth singing joyously "I did it! I did it! I am best!"

That was short lived as the shredder juddered to a stop. Inky tendrils ripped through small seams and bolt holes with small red eyes sprouting about it. Bloody black hands snatched her limbs and a deadly rough voice spoke by her ear. "Like playing rough? Fine by me!" She screamed quite loudly when the dark mass of eyes turned her upside down into the shredder in which the blades were moving again but at half the speed. "Vat are you!" She cried before her head pureed through the metal teeth. The freak gurgled then went limp. Alucard released her letting the machine finish her off.

Reassembling back into a man his focus turned to the second floor. He sensed Annabel and one freak in close proximity. Just as he floated up to the second floor he heard the Spaz bellow a warrior cry then watched as she sliced her enemy with an upward swing through the gut and all the way out through the head. "Try laughing now! I dare ya!" The freak with a shocked look on his face broke away into tiny bits of dust.

She exhaled a long exhausted sigh. Parts of her clothes sported zigzag burn marks, her hair sort of resembled the bride of Frankenstein, and she twitched involuntary every few seconds. Annabel looked up at him and wrinkled her nose. "jeez, Red you smell like burnt plastic and motor oil," twitching at the word burnt then dropped her sword with a yelp. She shook her hand vigorously from the last bit of sting from the freak. "God damn it that smarts." She kicked at the ashy remains. "Damn Electro-vamp!" She jerked involuntarily another two times.

"Only you would find something that makes you spaz even more, Spaz."

She rolled her eyes and drawled, "Yes, I'm fine. Thanks for asking" Then cautiously picked up her sword. It wasn't nearly as toasty hot with lingering lightning energy as before. She noticed something poking out of the ashes. She picked it out of the grey pile then blew at it. "Huh, so this is what one of those chips looks like up close." Alucard move in beside her.

"All this time and you never bothered to look at one?"

"Most of the time, they burn with the freak so, not really." When flipping it over she blanched gripping Alucard's shoulder hard. Anxiety and tiny bit of fear ripped through her presence.

"It's a swastika. Not unusual on them." He stated then she said a single word that made his blood run cold; a sort of cold that dredged up old hatred and old memories. It was a name she should not know, and yet she did and sounded like she knew much more than that.

…That is all she wrote…for now…..

0000

Yes I'm evil, but eventually I'll have another volume shelled out with a snuggy bear for Teggy this time, or is it a fox? Anywho, tune in next time on Blood and Fire….

B/N: To all the fans out there, one Our Bat got his gal back! Yahoo. And CM that was a very evil teaser, can't wait to see our snuggle buddy pop up next Volume. TUNE IN FOR MORE.