Ah, the possibilities one has for a memory wipe! I tell you, it's like starting out new, only better! I think I've decided on a plotline, but it's still loose. The infinite ideas…

Alucard's POV:

I blinked, unsure of what I was seeing. Zara stood in front of me, facing towards the sun. Her legs dangled off the edge of a cliff, and she was apparently fascinated by the colors the setting sun made. I reached out for her, remembering the one time she had fallen off a cliff and almost died, but some force stopped me a few inches away. She turned to look at me, and I saw the tears in her eyes. "Why didn't you save me?" Her mouth moved out of time with the words, like another voice was the one saying it. I strained, seeing her center of gravity shift. "Why?" she said, mouth stopping too soon and starting too early.

She fell backward, and the bonds holding me released, and I grabbed her, but she fell through my arms like a ghost. I transformed into bats, trying to reach her before she hit the bottom. "Why did you not help me?" She said, her lips moving disjointedly. She was falling so fast, and my bats kept ghosting through her, even though they hit the cliff with perfectly audible thuds. I saw the ground rush up to meet her, and a sickening crack hit my ears. I turned back into human form, finally able to touch her. She was bleeding, and I knew she would die. She whispered, finally moving her lips in synchronization with the words I was hearing. "Why did you blame yourself?"

She stopped, and I screamed my grief and anger out to the sky, remembering the tearing I had felt when she had really died. I felt bloody tears run down my face, dripping onto her body. Her corpse twitched, and growled. I looked down, seeing her slowly turn ghoulish, biting at me. I clamped my lips together and pulled out my gun to silence her. One shot, and she had died the second time, crumbling into dust. I woke up, thumping my head against my coffin lid.

I didn't even have to touch my face to know I was covered in blood, from my tears, not from enemies. I clenched my fist around the cat necklace I held in my hand, not caring about the tiny bite of silver. She's gone. I told myself, like I had countless times these past few years. These dreams mean nothing. She will never be coming back.

Pisica's POV:

"So why are we here?" I asked Soarece, who was staring down at our targets. "We need cash, remember? Drunkards are easy to take down, and they never remember how much they had originally, so no reports either." She said, giving me a sidelong glance. I shivered. "These ones are giving me a bad feeling. Maybe we should try somewhere else." I said, looking down at them apprehensively. She shook her head. "Watch me." She said, dropping lightly down to the ground. I was now the only one on the rooftop overlooking the alley the drunkards had staggered in.

The setting sun scalded my eyes, even with my glasses on, so I looked away from it, watching Soarece sneaking up on the drunks. They all were laughing and chatting casually and I narrowed my eyes. They seemed a lot less drunk… "SOARECE!" I screamed, just as one spun around and slammed her into a wall. She struggled, scrabbling at the man's hand. "Well, look here. Some fresh blood." Said one, and they all closed around her, grinning.

The one holding her opened his mouth wide, showing impossibly long teeth. I threw a knife at his friends, since they blocked his head. It thunked into his chest, and he staggered back. The others began to laugh, but stopped when they saw him…disintegrating!? He was literally crumbling, falling to dust around my knife. "Blessed silver." One of them hissed, glaring at me. His eyes were red. I gasped, but then realized it wasn't the red from my dream-memories. My red eyes were much deeper, and had glints of yellow and orange in them.

"Back off." I snarled, and they started laughing again. "We're hungry and you are nothing more than a girl with a silver blade, that you can't even reach now." Said the one holding Soarece. He turned, forcing her into a hold so I could see her scared face. "Now watch as I feed." He opened his mouth again, and buried his fangs; I couldn't call them anything else, in her throat. She screamed, and I launched myself towards him, stabbing the two others in rapid fire succession and I hit him with my shoulder, knocking his fangs out of Soarece.

I pinned him to the wall with my two longest knives, and widened my focus to include her. She was lying on the ground, probably knocked out. I hoped that was all that she was. "What did you do to her?" I asked, my rough voice getting even harsher. He spat on my face. "You just wait and see, I'm sure you'll love it!" I carefully wiped the saliva off. "What in the hell are you?" I asked, trying to control my temper. "What do you think? Damn, you're one stupid-" I cut him off by the simple expedient of shoving a dagger in his mouth.

"Soarece?" I asked, walking over to her. She moaned and put a hand up to her neck, where I saw two puncture marks, leaking a little bit of blood. Fangs, two pinpricks, eats blood, hates blessed silver- I groaned and put my face in my hands. There is no way those were vampires. She twitched, and I picked her up, noticing that she was extremely light, probably due to all the lost meals we didn't have. I walked back home, completely freaked out.

Soarece's POV:

I sat up in bed, automatically putting a hand to my neck. It encountered bandages, and I swallowed. Please let that have been a dream. I turned to see Pisica staring at me, and I jumped. "Wha…happened?" I slurred, feeling exhausted. She rubbed the back of her neck, looking awkward. "Well…" I could tell she was unsettled, because I had had a year to work out her facial expressions, glasses and all. I still couldn't see past them, but she said her light tolerance was improving.

"What…happened." I said, glad my voice was no longer slurred. She took a deep breath. "I think you were bitten by a vampire, and now you are a vampire too. I even put some blood out for you." She gestured to a bowl, filled with blood. I wanted to laugh, but the stuff in the bowl smelled oddly appetizing… Without even realizing it, I got up and walked over to the bowl. "Did you… is this yours?" I asked, feeling woozy. She nodded. "I think you've confirmed the whole vampire theory. Drink some, and prove me wrong." I shrugged, lifted the bowl to my lips, and drank.

My eyes flew open, and I unconsciously bit down, almost shattering the bowl. The blood poured down my throat, and with every drop I felt stronger, like I could take on the world. I licked it clean, noticing my tongue had gotten oddly longer. Pisica coughed, and I looked up at her. "Well, your eyes are red, you downed an entire bowl of blood without vomiting some back up, and you even smell different. A bit like…um…" Her face took on that familiar blank expression it did when she almost remembered something from her past. I looked sadly at the bowl. "So I'm a bloodsucker now."

She shook her head, probably coming back to the present. "Yeah. We need to get you some glasses now." She said, her face expressionless, but we both knew she was teasing. I shrugged, and walked over to the window, looking out to try and see what time it was. I shrieked and fell back, my skin feeling like I had rubbed poison ivy all over it. Pisica caught me, and put me back in my bed. "Guess the whole sunlight intolerance thing is true too." She walked out the door, saying she would be back as soon as she got some glasses. I fell back on the bed, thinking through all the repercussions of being a vampire. On the plus side, I was now immortal, unaging, and guaranteed to win any fight. On the down side, I had to drink other people's blood, sleep in a coffin, and never go out in the light of day.

Pisica came back, silently handing me a pair of sunglasses, which, although much more transparent than her own, still effectively blocked out my eye color. She stood there, looking at me as I tried them on. "I guess I'll have to go get you a coffin or some such." She said quietly. I forced a laugh, and the corner of her mouth twitched. "Can you wait until dark? I want to try my new powers out." She grinned, and I grinned back.

Pisica's POV:

I sat in a chair, waiting for Soarece to come out of the coffin shop. Apparently, people had all sorts of coffins readymade. I think on my way out I passed one in hot pink. I clapped my hands together and prayed. Please let her not pick the pink one; please let her not pick the pink one. About an hour later, she walked out, dragging a nice coffin, a dark mahogany color. "Only one my size." She explained, letting it fall back down on the ground. We carried it back, feeling rather conspicuous. But we made it, and when we put it where her old bed had been, we both looked at it in confusion.

"I'm sure it's very comfy." I said slowly, watching her. She nodded. "I feel like something's missing though." I snapped my fingers. Vampire stories, this being Romania, abounded. "You need some "soil from your birthplace". Where were you born?" she shrugged. "Here, I think." I nodded. Five minutes later with a shovel and an impromptu stuffing, and Soarece's coffin was nicely filled. She settled down into it, sighing a little. "This is much better." I gave her a thumbs up. "Glad to be of service."

I sat down on her, which was now my, bed, watching her settle slowly into the coffin, muttering. She turned over a couple times, and folding and unfolding her arms, like vampires always were supposed to fold them. "Stop posing and go to sleep." I growled, smirking as she gave me a wounded look. "I want to sleep like a proper vampire." She said defensively. I ran a hand through my hair. "Vampires are silent, and when have you ever seen one sleeping? She sighed. "Got me there. Night Pisica." I yawned, turning over and covering myself with the tattered sheets. "Night Soarece."

I woke up the next morning and fumbled for my glasses. It had been roughly a year since Soarece had taken me in, and I still had to wear the stupid things. I put them on, sighing. Sure, I had super, almost x-ray vision at night, when it was really dark, but stick me on a bright street and I can hardly see from the glare. I still had, like super hawk vision, that was the problem. Everything was so much brighter. At least looking at the moon didn't hurt anymore.

I looked over to Soarece's coffin, and frowned. She should have been up and about… I slapped my forehead. She was a vampire now, and midmorning would feel like 2 am for her. I stretched; glad to be free of the blankets. Call me stupid, but when I wake up, I want to be up and doing something. I scribbled a note, figuring that she needed blood just like I needed breakfast, and I sure as heck wasn't going to chance her infecting the general public with vampirism. I headed out the door, tugging the collar of my coat up against the cold. Stupid winter.

Yeah, Soarece is a vampire now! I thought this would work out really well when they get introduced. I can see it now… *evil laugh*. I'm not going to listen to the fledgling rule, because Pisica/Zara killed her "master" almost immediately. Their timeline is different than the people at Hellsing's remember, because they're only a year after she died, and the people at Hellsing are the full three years afterward. I figured Soarece needed a year or two to adjust to being a vampire. And then they meet up with you know who… R, R, Rcomment. Auf Wedersein!