A/N: Du du duuum...Again...

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Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing. I own Nicholas and the plot to this fic, so sue someone else.

Pounding steps echoed in the long hall, muffled by the red carpets. Nick ran all the way down towards the front entrance doors and was about to open them and leave when Pip stopped him, unfortunately unaware of the current situation.

"Oi! Oi! What is the hurry, mon amie?" He chuckled, making the thin cigarette dangle between his lips. He placed a hand on Nick's shoulder to stop him from rushing outside. Nicholas's hand was already on the curved gold handle and he wanted to be everywhere but here, in this place full of cheats, liars - he looked at Pip, eyes soaring over his tall form with slight disgust- and idiotic mercinaries.

"Leave me alone, you big orange oaf!" Nick yelled at Pip angrilly and shoved off his hand from his shoulder. Pip was stunned and rendered speechless and paralysed. What was going on around here?

Pip's shock gave Nick enough time to open and rush out the door, into the sleepy day with its skies darkening purple as the sun sank, leaving the night in its place.

"What the hell--??" Pip had began to say when Seras popped up beside him.

"Pip! Oh God! Pip!" She gasped with a little relief. Pip came out of his shock with a large hungry grin. "Well, bonjour again! Finally realized you want me, eh?"

"Oh Pip, you stupid ass!"She yelled at him and her anger had made him cringe a little. "What is with you vampires always yelling at me!? I didn't do anything wrong!"

"Idiot." Seras hissed. "Don't be so dramatic. Have you seen Nicholas?"

"Oui. He came running here and insulted me and then ran out the door." Pip said with a serious frown. Whatever has happened, he concluded that it must be serious for Seras to act this worried. She gave him a thankful nod and ran back towards the basement.

About half way she stopped and snorted at her stupidness. Why didn't she just teleport there? Still laughing at her mistake, she teleported herself to Alucard's chambers.

Alucard was not his his usual chair, with his usual glass of pure blood mixed with wine and brandy and his clothes were strewn about on the floor, only his pants were missing. This scene made Seras confused and a little curious. Where is her Master?

"Master?" She called out while walking slowly about the room. "Master?

Sitll he was nowhere to be found. "Where is he?" She asked herself quietly and walked towards his coffin. It was the only place she hasn't checked yet. She peered inside and her brows were raised with amusement. Master was lying in his coffin, his fine torso was revealed, his chest more beautiful then that of a perfect sculpture, the rest of him was covered in a very thin white sheet as a bedcover.

His left arm was behind his head, the other resting peacefully on his unmoving chest and his hair was strewn all about his head and face, some silky locks falling over his face and into his closed eyes.

How could such a blood thristy monster look so strange, so harmless, so magnificent? How can a muderous creature like him look like a brave, noble person, beautiful and proud, just sleeping there like he has defeated all the evils in the world? Who is this being that lies in her Master's bed, has his same face and body?

"Who are you?" She whispered softly to herself, not wanting to disturb him. No matter how angry she is with him, no matter how many times he had humiliated her and taunted her, just seeing him sleep like this melted her anger away.

She edged closer to his sleeping form till she was very close to him. The thin sheet that covered his legs did a fine job of accenting his muscles and long legs. Her small hand fluttered tentivley over his chest, not daring to touch this beautiful dragon in his slumber. Her hand made its way over to his face and his black tresses hiding it from her sight.

"Seras, what are you doing?" She asked herself as she went to move his hair away. It was something she couldn't resist. Just seeing him like this was breath-taking. Her face moved closer to his as she gently moved his hair from his closed eyes. With her light, feathery touch, Seras's hand traced his dark, majestic eyebrows down to his lips, forever curled in that wretched smirk of his.

Once her fingers touched his lips, Alucard's strong hand suddenly shot up and grabbed hers and with the other pushed her head towards him, thus ensuring her lips meeting his.

Seras was so completely lost in this surprise kiss that she just let herself slid in his coffin where Alucard softly rolled over so that she was under him. His kiss was so firey, so experianced. He knew what she liked when she got to be the victim of his kisses and he used her weaknesses against her, making the kiss more luscious and more sweet than it ever was.

"Well, well, I finally get the Kitten in my bed." Alucard murmered against her lips and deepened his kiss, slowly letting his hands roam her body. Seras didn't even hear him. Her head was spinning, she heard his voice but it was low, disorted, strange. When she felt his hands roam her body, she was beside herself. Her chest tightened, her heart jumped to her throat, she felt dizzy from his lips, tongue and touch, she just couldn't breathe.

It was exactly like when he kissed her in the storage room. Time had stopped again for her, just for her. It was her moment and she intended to enjoy it.

"You. Are .My. Toy."

What?

Her confusion on hearing these words was tremendous. But Alucard got her attention back by trailing a few volcanic kisses on her collarbone and neck and she went back to her bliss and pleasure, ignoring of what she thought she heard in her own mind. Seras raised her hand meekly and put it against his hard chest and heard a small groan.

She grinned in her mind and let her nails drag from his chest to his stomach. As her hand got to his stomach, she lingered, wondering if she dared to venture further. Deciding against it for now, she repeated her actions and dragged her nails up all the way to his jaw line where she let her hands move to his hair and entangled them in it, enjoying the softness and the way it felt in her hands, like a silky waterfall.

"You. Are .My. Toy."

Again?

This time she couldn't completely ignore it, Seras knew for sure now that she heard it and she was starting to listen to her head, not just her body. Alucard, during his play, noticed that his fledging was starting to act a bit distant, not paying attention to what kind of pleasures he could make her feel. Oh no, he would make sure she was paying attention, this was a too good opportunity to pass up, even for her. Alucard gets the kitten and she gets...Well...His bed.

Grinning against her skin, Alucard traced his way down to her shirt uniform, making sure that the way down was filled with lovely, bites and nips to grab her attention.

Seras was beside herself, she couldn't believe what he was doing. She suddenly felt him go down again, kissing her jaw and neck with little nips and bites here and there to add the spice to what she was already feeling, it was a moment of pure exstacy. She felt his mouth reach the fabric of her shirt and had only begun to suspect when he bit the shirt and ripped it open just to get to her breast.

Seras rolled her eyes back when Alucard started to caress her breast with his mouth and tongue. It felt undescribable. The only light-headed conclusion she got was that he wouldn't be putting her in this kind of erotic paradise if he didn't feel something for her. It was a conclusion only someone drunk could've made, but love makes people do and think insane things and Seras was starting to do and think those things.

Again her mind tried to push the cold, harsh, cruelty of reality back into her head before her body took complete control. Again, it replayed the storage room scene and his cold, biting words when he whispered them so lovingly into her ear.

"You. Are .My. Toy."

No.

His hand slid under her shirt and made her skin burn while the other hand caressed her legs and thighs. It overwhelmed her. Seras started to take short breaths, moaning softly here and there. It felt so good, she finally got to be with the man she loved. This what she wanted, what she dreamed of. Right?

"You. Are .My. Toy."

No! No no no no! Stop!

"You. Are .My. Toy."

NO! Stop! Why was she thinking about that now? He wouldn't be doing this if he really felt that way! Right?! Why do those words keep repeating in her mind, making her remember all the pain she felt when he said them. Like a stake to the heart, it was too ironic.

"You. Are .My. Toy."

"No!" Seras yelled and pushed Alucard off her. "No! I am no one's toy, you bastard!" Without even waiting for Alucard to say something, she fixed herself up and rushed out the door. Alucard just lay there, his head cocked sideways and an amused toothy grin on his face.

"That was something I didn't plan on happening tonight."

Nicholas was already halfway deep in dowtown London and as far away of Hellsing he could get. Nothing could describe what he felt, nothing. he just couldn't understand. Why did they lie? Was it worth it? Was he dangerous and powerful? Or was it simply because they just didn't want to tell him? Mom and Father--No. Seras and Alucard. He had to use their real names now, they...They weren't his...

"Damn it!" Nick cried out, hitting a nearby wall. Did they enjoy watching his heart break in that room just before? If they had really loved and cared for him like they said they did, they wouldn't have lied.

He was passing an alley and ducked there just for a while. He grew tired of walking around and he needed a place to think straight.

So what was he then? Half human...Half vampire... A freak show. Nick leaned against the brick wall and slid down, sitting on the dirty ground. He straed at his hands, flexing his fingers and making them into fists. What kind of powers did he have then? Did he even have any powers. Here Nicholas laughed queitly at himself. Of course he had powers, Aunt Integra and Uncle--No. Integra and Walter didn't teach him vampire lore for no reason now, did they?

"Master Nicholas?"

Nick looked up upon hearing his name and title and was half-expecting Walter or Pip to be in front of him. Instead he got a nice surprise and saw one of the Hellsing maids, Priscilla, standing before him with a curious and confused look on her cute, innocent face.

"Hey, Priscilla." Nick said with a grin to match Alucard's. Rain had started to fall, softly at first then it came down hard and in a second Nick was drenched to the bone. Priscilla wasn't because she had been a good girl and remembered to bring her umbrella just in case.

"Oh!" She gasped and opened the umbrella up quickly. She leaned down and offered Nicholas a hand with a warm smile. "Here you go, sir!" She said with a giggle and helped him up. Nick grinned. He always liked her out of every maid in that damn manor.

To him, Priscilla wasn't just another girl, he liked her, well, in a little sister kind of way. She was fun, in her own special way and nice. Even though he had to admit, Priscilla was amazingly beautiful for a girl of 16. With those black ringlets and her long legs and her lovely, mysterious green eyes and pretty face. And that Irish accent just makes her even more irresistable.

"What were you doing out here, if I may ask?"

"Of course you may. Outside the Hellsing Manor, I am just plain Nick." He said with one of his most charming smiles.

"Oh." She giggled and blushed slightly." If you say so."

"Good. You can call me Nick, no need for formalities."

"Alright. My friends and m-my Father, they all call me Prissy."

Nick widened his smile and offered her his arm which she shyly wrapped her own. The youth decided to walk around then go back to where Priscilla lived. As they walked around, Priscilla repeated her question from earlier.

"What are you doing here, Nick?"

"Well..." Nick began to say. "To be honest, I don't know."

"Then do you know why are you here? Is it some sort of mission? Are the FREAKS in this part of London too?" She asked eagerly. Nick glanced at her with a large amused smile and laughed.

"Why Prissy, I didn't know you were so nosy! Maids aren't supposed to know about FREAKS and our missions." He scolded her teasingly. But Priscilla didn't get the joke and frowned, bowing her head apologetically. "My apologies, sir. I shouldn't have asked these things."

Nick just shook his head at the girl beside him and put his arm around her, pulling her tight against him. "It's alright, you did nothing wrong. It's not your fault you got curious. It's normal." He reassured her and she cheered up, giving him a shy smile in return.

"Now, before I answer your questions, you answer mine. Did you tell anyone of anything you heard? About the missions, FREAKS and such?"

She just opened her mouth to answer when a loud booming voice drowned out her answer. "PRISCILLA!"

Nick spun around quickly and Priscilla quivered and hid behind him. A large burly man with massive arms and firey red hair came barreling down the street towards them. "Priscilla!"

"Who is that godawful man screaming your name so frikin loud?" Nick asked, pretty annoyed by the man's deep thunderous voice. He especially did not like the way the man had made Priscilla cower behind him, it obviously meant she was afraid of him.

"That's my father." She barely whispered and Nick paled and laughed nervously. "Oh. Sorry."

"It's ok." She whispered back just as the man reached them, drenched to the bone. He was large and muscly, with red curly hair up to his shoulders and a large thick beard. The man had obviously just come from work for he was still in his work uniform. He looked like a mechanic, because their were some oil stains on his hand and a large smear on the side of his face and some on his beard.

"Priscilla! What are yeh doing out here?! And why are yeh with a man!?"

Nick coughed."Technically, I'm not a man yet." He muttered but the man still heard him well, considering he was very tall and had too look down on them. He gave Nick a scrutinizing glare and leaned closer to get a good look at his face. "How old are yeh, boyo?"

"17, sir."

"And what are yeh doing with my Priscilla?"

"Walking her home, sir."

"Is she yer 'lady friend'?"

Nick gulped. Well wasn't he just plain nosy! Guess it runs in the family. He gulped. "No, sir! I think of her as a little sister!"

"Hmmm..." Said Priscilla's father, still glaring at Nick with his creepy green eyes. Then all of a sudden, the man straightened up and laughed, holding his stomach as it shook while he laughed loud. It made those few people that stayed on the street after the rain had started stare at them curiously. Nick glanced at Priscilla and gave her a questioning look to which she replied with a shrug and a shake with her head.

"Alright boyo, yeh can relax now. ah don't bite." He reassured Nick with a beaming smile. Nnick just laughed meekly.

"What's yer name?"

"Nicholas."

"Nicholas what?"

"Just...Just Nicholas."

"Oh." He said acting like he understood. "Hmm. Ah'm Mr. Finn O'Malley, but yeh can jus' call meh Mr. Finn if ya like. Ah don't mind a bit."

"Thank you, Mr. Finn." Nick said politely and smiled. Seeing that her father wasn't mad anymore, Priscilla came from behind Nicholas and smiled shyly at her father.

"There ya are, Prissy. Would ya like to invite yer friend Nicholas for supper, just till the rain stops."

"Alright, Father." She replied and turned to Nick, shyly shuffling her feet. Nick couldn't help but chuckle. She was just the cutest being he had ever known. "Would you like t-to come over, N-Nick?" She finally asked, stuttering a little.

Nick nodded and placed her arm around her shoulders, then pulled it back because he remembered her father was standing right beside him like a looming Irish giant. He instead sratched his head nervoulsy and chukled. "Sure. I'd love to. Just till the rain stops."

And then they all made their way towards Priscilla's humble little house. But something made Nick's body tingle all over and he had that uncomfortable feeling that someone was following them. and it didn't...Feel like a human.

Nicholas noted that this might be one of his powers but he couldn't push aside that tingly feeling. He shrugged to himslef andignored the tingly sensation the whole time. He concluded that he was just being paranoid.

A young girl, about 19 years old, stepped out out of one dark corner, smiling asmile that was not childish or cute. Her light blond curls were up in pigtails but still reached her shoulders and her big red eyes glintined playfully as she watched her prey leave around the next corner.

"Dementia." A deep voice called in the girl's mind. Her eyes lit up affectionately when she heard her father call for her and she eagerly answered in her native language.

"Da, Tata?"

"Report."

"Ah, Tata, I'm hungry." She whined, holding her stomach as it made a hungry gurgle.

"First you tell me what you saw then you can come hunt with me." Dmitri patiently offered, knowing how much his daughter loved hunting. Dementia grinned widely and punched the air happily.

"Yay!"

"Now. What did you see?"

"Two humans. One male and ugly and big. And one female, small with black hair. Her blood smelt sweet and untouched, I wanted to bite her so badly." She whined yet again, and licked her lips hungrilly, just remembering the smell of Priscilla's blood made her stomach growl again. She frowned, glaring at it.

"When the time comes, you will. Now was there anyone else?"

"There was another male. Good-looking and tall, young. His blood smelled weird but sweet and tempting, irresistable. But not human." Here she sighed. She liked the way this being looked, so majestic and tall, proud. Just like her Father

"Was he a vampire?" Now it was Dmitri's turn to be eager. Did he finally find that bastard child of his? Demetia would never lie to him. She thought of him as her hero, her idol. There wasn't anything in the world Dementia wouldn't do for her father.

When Dementia heard him ask if he was a vampire, she faltered. She did not know why her prescious father was so obsessed in finding this half-human, half-vampoire creature and he would not even tell her why. Demetia sighed. If he kept secrets from her then she will do the same. hat young halfling will be hers!

"Da. He was very handsome."

"Hmm. Come so that we may hunt together now." Dmitri ordered, somewhat disappointed. He had hoped that it was him. He shrugged and lounged about on the couch of the suite room of the hotel they had taken over. He'll just have to keep searching.

"Da Tata." Dementia obidiently replied with a sly grin on her face. With a snap of her fingers, a dark hole appeared behind her and Dementia just spread out her hands and fell into it, not even facing it and disappeared.

A/N: I'll update next time. It'll start getting even MORE interesting!

TTFN ppl!

p.s.- Tata means 'Dad'

Da means 'Yes' and Niet means 'No'

In chapter 7 I don't think i translated a few russian words too so I'll do it here, just in case.

Valentina calls Dmitri 'dragi' which means 'dear' or 'honey' or 'sweetheart'

Dmitri calls her 'Vayla' which is a short form of Valentina in Russian and which she hates. Sorta like how seras hates the nickname 'Police Girl'

Oh and the site where I get these kick-ass names is www(.)babynames(.)com . Get it? Got it? Good. Lol. Review please!