Sigh, I really need to find more chapter info. A downside of already having a set of characters with explanations in place. You all (or you should) know all the characters, with the exception of Soarece, who was just introduced this fanfic. And she's pretty self-explanatory. I have a genius plan involving her and Techno though. It's going to be epic. *evil laugh* I must say, I've gotten over the whole stupid romance thing easier than I thought I would. Stupid teenage hormones. What else is there to say… nope, haven't got anything. Start reading already!

Alucard's POV:

I sighed to myself quietly as I stalked through the misty streets. Vampire attacks had been reported recently, in London, no less. The vampire reckless enough to come near the Hellsing Manor might be very strong… I shook my head. Wishful thinking. Police Girl walked beside me, humming to herself. The attacks were in and around Hyde Park. So, the vampire, or vampires, must be based somewhere there. I just wanted to get this over with and go home.

Pisica's POV:

I watched as Soarece drained her latest meal, a tramp with a hygiene problem. She carefully detached herself from his neck, licking her lips. He sighed quietly and started snoring. "Remind me again why I agreed to this?" I asked, watching her eyes blaze bright red, then fade. She shook her head, probably trying to focus. "It was your idea. I need extra strength to go overseas, and we need a lot more money than we have, or were you going to hitchhike across the Atlantic?" I smirked. We had managed to get to England, which was the biggest test of all, short of flying over the actual ocean.

Hitchhiking had served us well, although most people did a double take when they saw the coffin. We had to sneak aboard a boat to get here, and Soarece had to muffle screams the whole way across the Channel. "Still no problem with water?" I asked. She sighed wistfully. "I can cross small streams now, if I run really, really fast. If I stay in my coffin, I think we can do this." I ran a hand through my hair. Nervous habit I seemed to have. "Et ce qui arrive quand on arrivé là? " I asked, trying to copy the French accent we had heard so many times in the past two months. She giggled. "You make French sound so…unfrench." I glared down my nose at her, loftily.

"Well, I thought I might as well learn the language, since you insisted on staying in Paris for two weeks." I said huffily. She had learned it too, and I hadn't gotten a good day's sleep since, as she constantly muttered French phrases in her sleep. I had to hand it to her, when she wanted to learn a language, she committed, asleep or awake. She laughed with me, then stopped. "I smell something…" she said, staring off into the fog. I sniffed. "Get downwind." I said, shoving her. She complied, crouching down by some bushes. I sniffed again, deeply. She watched me in undisguised awe, because, due to a grueling series of tests, we figured out my sense of smell is much more acute.

A harsh tone, overlaid with bits that smelled like the lightning bolt that had hit me last year in Romania. Old blood, and power, like a copper-coated thunderstorm. I hissed. "Vampires." I said in a low tone, crouching down beside her. She growled softly, and we both scurried over to a spot with more cover. It was a bad night, a misty fog covering the ground, making it harder to see and smell. I felt a chill run down my spine. We both read far too much, and I was remembering all the stories about Jack the Ripper, who had hunted on such nights. I had a funny feeling that if the vampires caught us, we would be in much the same predicament as the Ripper's victims.

"Don't hide." The voice seemed to curl out of the fog, male and very bored sounding. And very, very soothing. I actually felt my eyes closing, and pinched my arm, trying to wake myself up. I nudged Soarece, whose eyes were closing. She gave me a grateful look. "You'll only make me angry if you hide." The voice said, coming closer. I tensed, and Soarece opened her mouth, showing her fangs. I didn't reach for my daggers, because I knew the slightest sound or movement could betray us. A gleam of a dagger blade, or Soarece's teeth, could be our death. She closed her mouth, understanding the silent look I gave her. The voice sounded farther away. "You won't like me to come find you."

We didn't move an inch. We both knew this trick, moving off and waiting for the prey to run for cover. A sigh eased out of the fog. "I'll give you one last chance. Run, I'll even give you a head start. I'm bored, and want to end this quickly." A tortuous moment passed. We could run, and give this vampire an opening to attack, or we could go on the offensive, and force his hand. He sounded very confident, as if there was no way he thought he could lose. If he knew, or thought he knew, either of us were vampires, that was a very bad sign. I looked at Soarece, who was patiently waiting for orders. It all boiled down to a fight or flight response.

Fight…or flight? Neither option was very enticing. There was a third option, which, while infinitely less favorable, was still better than the first two. I mouthed three words at Soarece. Divide and conquer. She nodded once. In a second, we were both up and running, in opposite directions. Just in time, as a bullet hit the ground a pace behind both of us. I jumped for a tree, and started running along the branches, were there was infinitely more cover. Bullets thunked into the wood around me, and even running I could clearly see they were all blessed sliver.

I heard Soarece scream behind me, and forced myself not to go back. She's fine, she's fine. I didn't hear a gunshot or anything. Please let her be fine! I felt something hit me in the stomach, winding me and knocking me out of the tree. Dazed, I rolled into a fetal position, trying to see what hit me. I heard a gunshot and twisted, trying to evade my attacker. I succeeded partially, the bullet hit me in the shoulder. I looked down at my stomach, seeing blood leak from a perfectly round hole. Crap. Then the pain hit me and I arched, trying to think through the waves of agony rolling up through my shoulder and midriff. I heard faint footsteps, then I was lifted up from the ground and slammed into a tree.

Alucard's POV:

I slammed her into a tree, smirking faintly and her moan of agony. I had hit her twice, and she was still conscious. She scrabbled at my hands, hissing through her teeth. I causally tightened my grip and she gasped for air. "I told you, you wouldn't like it if you made me find you." I said, feeling somewhat better now that I caused some pain. I frowned, studying her face. "What a pathetic vampire." I rumbled, feeling disgusted. "You still need to breathe." She was turning red, but still managed to gasp out. "Not…a…vampire…" I scowled. "Well then, what's behind those glasses?" I asked, hooking a finger around the bridge piece.

She managed to wrap a hand around my wrist, still struggling for air. "Don't…" she choked out, sounding frantic. I slid them down her nose, but as soon as they moved she shut her eyes tightly. I pulled them all the way off, and flung them to the ground. "Open your eyes." I said, loosening my grip on her slightly. She tried shaking her head, but couldn't. I sighed and squeezed. She gasped, clawing at me with both hands, and I felt a sting as her nails scored down my arm. "Open them." I growled, tightening my grip to show her what would happen if she didn't.

She whimpered, cracking one lid open, but it was barely more than a slit. I couldn't even see her pupils. "All the way." I said, putting my free hand on one of the bullet wounds and pressing down. She screamed, twisting in my grip. I held her down with very little effort, and eventually she stopped moving. Hesitantly, she opened her other eye. I snarled, and she quickly opened both eyes about halfway, the yelped and closed them again, trying to shield her eyes with her hands. I felt confused. I had barely caught a glimpse of her eyes, only enough to tell they were some cool color, maybe blue or dark green. Why didn't she open them all the way? "Why aren't you doing it all the way?" I asked, feeling grumpy.

She moaned softly. "Light…too much…light…hurts…stop…" She was barely conscious. I loosened my grip, barely enough to keep her pinned down. She took deep gasping breaths, clearly grateful for the increase in oxygen. I smelled the air. What the… I dropped her like she was a hot brick, and she slumped on the ground, not even trying to get away. Blood poured from her shoulder and stomach, and I stuck a finger in the widening pool, sniffing it in confusion. It was a familiar scent, one I knew as well as my own. Lemons and herbs. I stared at her, looking her over. She was blond, although her hair was absolutely filthy, and her voice had sounded so similar. "Zara?" I said, hoping against hope. She managed to look up at me, a curiously blank expression on her face. "Who…" she said, before she blacked out.

Pisica's POV:

I felt myself being dropped, and just lay there, grateful that oxygen was getting to the proper place. I felt blood leak from my shoulder, and a spreading wetness and warmth on my stomach constituted to the same. I heard him step forward, and a shadow feel over me. I opened my eyes the tiniest bit, seeing him stick a gloved finger into a pool…of my blood!? I heard him sniff it, and then silence. I felt his eyes on my face and body, and wondered if he was going to end it. "Zara?" I heard him say, hearing the hope in his voice. My mind went blank. I looked up at him, trying to remember why that name sounded so familiar. "Who…" I slurred, and before he could answer, felt myself fall into the darkness of unconsciousness.

***Time Skip***

I felt my mind drift to the top of reality, lingering warmth still surrounding me. "Wha…day is it?" I said, words blurring together in my sleep-state. "Sunday." A voice by my head said crisply, and I blinked, trying to get up. "Gotta go…gotta go feed Soarece…" I said, trying to move my aching limbs. I felt someone pushing me down, and the voice said firmly. "No. You can barely sit up. I'm sure your pet can take a day without being fed." I struggled weakly, mumbling. "She's…not a…pet…she's a…friend…" I managed to get almost vertical, feeling string-like attachments all over my arms. The voice chuckled, and I realized it was male. I felt a hand in the middle of my chest, shoving me back down on my bed. "You are going to stay here if I have to hold you down myself."

I shook my head numbly. "No…gotta go...feed…her…" I finally managed to open my eyes, and saw someone with their back to me, clinking around on a medicine shelf. They turned, and I realized dimly that it was the vampire who shot me. He had a syringe in his hand, and I strained, trying to get away. He bent over me, and I saw him plunge the needle into my arm. "Since you refuse to listen to common sense, here's a sedative to send you back to sleep." He said, pushing the medicine into me. I felt a tingle spread from the spot, and struggled, trying not to give into the overwhelming urge to sleep. I heard him laugh, and felt a hand smooth the hair away from my forehead as the medicine took me.

Alucard's POV:

I smirked, seeing her relax in sleep. I smoothed the hair away from her forehead gently, seeing how dirty and battered she was. The doctors would get a DNA result soon, but I was sure it was her. Others, however, were not. Integra burst in, looking mad enough to kill someone, preferably me. "ALUCARD! WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING!" I grinned widely. "Master, don't you see the resemblance? It's uncanny." I gestured to the prone figure on the operating table. Integra fumed. I could almost see the smoke coming from her ears. "THAT DOES NOT GIVE YOU AN EXCUSE TO SNATCH HER OFF THE STREET! What will her parents be thinking!?"

I grinned wider. It was fun to bait her. "She doesn't have any, remember?" Integra clenched her fists. "Zara doesn't , but you have no proof it's her!" I sighed. Time to get serious. "Master, I know it's her. I smell it's her, and I feel it's her. The doctors are conducting a DNA test now to see if it really is her." Integra put her head in her hands. "It's not that simple. What if you're wrong? I trust your senses, but what if you're so desperate to have her back that you've deluded yourself?" I straightened. "Master, I admit it. I want her back. You know everyone here at Hellsing wants her back too. I've asked myself the same questions. But fact remains, I know her blood-scent. This is her."

Integra sighed. "Then why was she in a park, with a vampire. You said it got away?" I nodded. "Outran Police Girl, and managed to escape. She's wounded, slightly." Integra scowled. "We'll have to ask her a lot of questions. Notify me if she wakes up before sunset, then go get some sleep." I nodded, and settled back in my chair. I watched Zara's chest rise and fall in her sleep, and suppressed a smile. She still stroked invisible cats in her sleep.

Pisica's POV:

I learned my lesson from the first time. When the drug wore off, and I felt myself waking up, I waited until I was fully conscious before attempting movement. I slowly, carefully sat up, freezing at the slightest sound. I walked over to a window, wheeling my medical table before me. I leaned out, opening the window and swinging my legs over the side. It was nighttime, which was good, because I still didn't have my glasses. I took a deep breath, and ripped all the monitoring chords off me, sliding out of the window, shoving the table backwards so it would be, hopefully, in the center of the room.

I tucked in my legs and rolled when I hit the ground, and came up ready to run. I heard a faint cheeping from the room, even as I sped away as fast as I could go, that probably signaled my release. I scampered over the wrought-iron fence, sliding back down on the other side and heading for the city of London. I ran as fast as I could, shivering as the cold night air whipped my open skin, and slid under my thin hospital gown. I really, really hoped that other vampire wasn't coming after me, because I was pretty sure he would be very, very angry.

***Time Skip***

I cracked the door open, seeing Soarece's coffin lying in the corner of the tiny attic of the abandoned house we had found. "Soarece?" I called softly, hoping she was alright. The lid creaked open, and I almost sobbed in relief when Soarece popped out, rubbing her eyes. "Huh… PISICA!" she jumped out, and gave me a flying hug. "Oh my god, I heard you scream and I thought-" I pushed at her, trying to get her off. "Yeah, I heard you scream too. What happened?" she held a hand to her side and winced. I looked, and saw a shallow cut. "It was a lot worse earlier. Blessed silver wounds are hard to heal." I nodded in sympathy. "I got shot twice, once here, and here." I pointed to my stomach and shoulder. She gasped.

"Wow, are you alright!?" I smiled. "Yeah, I think he just grazed me. Just a shallow cut on my shoulder, and a small one on my stomach, but I'm fine." My mind returned to the pool of blood at his feet. That shouldn't have come from just a graze, but what did I know about cuts? She nodded. "Okay. Hey, I hate to be a bother, but I'm really hungry…" I smiled. "Say no more, say no more. I'll get the slicer." I headed over to my backpack, where I kept a really tiny knife, one that was really sharp as well. I tested it on a finger, seeing Soarece's look of hunger.

One quick slice, and I was bleeding into a clear bowl, and she was panting, like a dog about to get water. When it was about full I let her lick my wrist, which was a new technique we had figured out. Vampires have super spit, apparently. She slurped on the bowl, and I saw her eyes glowing brighter and brighter. She licked it clean, and I smirked. She saw the look and grinned as well. "I don't know what you do, but your blood always tastes like an ice-cream sundae, all hoped up with energy. It tastes like…oh, I don't know. Tea, no, lemons, no, herbs. Maybe a combination of all three?" I chuckled. "Maybe because all you get otherwise are tramps and drunks, and how should I know what my blood tastes like?"

She sighed. "Whatever, you're making me hungry. So, what do we do now?" I shrugged. "Steal some plane money and get the heck out of dodge." She nodded, putting on her "Sun gear" which left as little of her skin exposed as possible. We headed out into the air of a London morning, ready for almost anything. Almost.

Well, I think I did good. She's not going to die this time, I promise. Word of backstabber's honor I won't. (that's called an oxymoron, look it up.) Five reviews, das ist gut. I completely forgot what she said in French, but it was something like "and when we get there?" sorry. I was going to put the translation down for you, but I suppose you can copy-paste it into Google translate and find out. R, R, Rcomment. Auf Wedersien!