The snow melted again. I don't really care normally, but I'm really bugged about how it snows, stays for about a day and a half, then melts. IF IT'S GOING TO SNOW, IT MIGHT AS WELL STAY AROUND! MAKE UP YOUR MIND ALREADY NATURE! (-)This is a very Minnesotan sentiment, because we have snow lasting from about (typically) Early November to late March, often into April. We enjoy it in November and December, and put up with it the rest of the year. So the weather is pretty normal here. *sigh* If you want to request something, get it in now, because I'll be pretty inspired once I get done with this chapter, at least in theory. Ask me to do something, go on. I triple dog (stupid canine) dare you. : P

Alucard's POV:

I stood in the hospital ward, feeling grumpy. Not only was it the middle of the day, but Zara had disappeared. The doctors had confirmed it was her, so Integra was just as grumpy as me, but for different reasons. "I thought you drugged her?" she said, smoke drifting from a cigar she held clenched in her hand. I nodded, feeling puzzled. "She should have stayed asleep until the morning, at the very least. I don't know why she's gone." Integra stuck the cigar in her mouth. "Do you think she was kidnapped?" I shook my head. "She was the only one I can smell, by her footprints and in here."

I felt a surge of hope. "I can go after her right? She's been shot, twice. She'll be dazed, confused. In London no less, you know how that could turn out Master." Sir Integra nodded reluctantly. "You may go after her. Be careful, the vampire might be hunting her." I phased through the window, tracking Zara's scent to the crowded confines of the city.

Pisica's POV:

My stomach growled. We had finally rustled up enough money to go overseas, and people in the US should be just as pick-pocketable as the people in Europe. But, sadly, this meant I was going to be operating on low fuel for however long it took to get overseas, and several hours into arrival. Not Soarece, she was stoked on a round of blood, both from me and several other people that were asleep on the way here. At least she sounded stoked, and I had to remind her several times already about being quiet, because most bags didn't thump and complain. I looked longingly at the vending machines, tucked into a corner by the entrance. Maybe just one…

I looked around cautiously. No one out of the ordinary, none with red eyes or opaque sunglasses. I slid out of my seat, shouldering my backpack. I slipped a pound note from a prosperous looking man, and looked at the machines in speculation. Eeny, meeny, miny, moe. Chocolate. I put the note in, watching the chocolate bar slowly unlock. I bent down to grab it, but was suddenly pinned against the wall. I blinked, caught off guard for a moment. Who the…oh, CRAP! The vampire who shot me had me pinned to a wall, in a place very out of the way. Didn't take rocket science to figure out how this was going to end. I closed my eyes, waiting for the searing pain of his bite.

I felt something brush my shoulder, and looked down in surprise. He had tugged the collar of my shirt to one side, and was looking at me in a sort of puzzled way. I squeezed my eyes back shut, not wanting to see this coming. He suddenly let go of my collar and I felt the hem of my shirt lift up. My eyes flew open and I had barely registered outrage when I saw that he had stopped lifting it, and I was still covered down to my ribs. My stomach was still exposed though, and I was more confused now than angry. He trailed his hand along the bullet wound, and I squirmed, feeling very uncomfortable.

It tickled a little bit, and he suddenly moved his hand around to my back. He prodded the exit hole, which I hadn't even known was there, gently, and I gasped as it sent up a flare of pain, accidently moving closer to him as I tried to get away from the source of pain. He studied my face, and I knew my expression was one of blatant confusion. "You're a regenerator." He said softly, not sounding angry or confused, or happy, he just said it. "Am not." Was all I could think to say. He smirked a little, and I felt like a fool. "I shot you here…" he moved his hand to my shoulder, tracing the small scar with one finger. "And here…" he moved his hand down, laying it flat on my stomach. "Yesterday. Directly. We had to remove the bullet in your shoulder."

He moved his hand away, and let the hem of my shirt fall back down. I gulped, trying to process the information. "Maybe…umm… listen, I can't be a regenerator. " I said, looking at him directly. His glasses reflected the light back, so I couldn't see his eyes at all, beyond a faint shadow. I saw my reflection in them, and I looked very confused. "Why not?" he asked, still faintly smirking. "Because… because… I'm…um…" I felt myself stutter to a stop. He grinned so wide I could see all his teeth. "Because you're…" he teased, twirling a lock of my hair around one finger. I honestly thought I saw red there for a moment. "Listen." I spat, pleased to see he had stopped touching my hair once he heard my tone. "I have no clue who you are or why you shot me, but you better get whatever you're going to do over with, because I have a plane to catch."

He looked shocked, and put both hands on my shoulders, instead of the one. "You don't know who I am?" he asked, looking like he wanted to clarify a point. I shook my head silently. "You don't know anything about me?" he asked, and I heard a slight emotion in his tone. "No. Now kill me or let me go, I don't really care." I said, watching him to see his next move. He raised his eyebrows, and pushed his glasses down, looking me over thoroughly. I blinked, seeing his bright red eyes, they looked exactly like the ones I saw in my dream. "Hmm." He muttered, looking me in the eyes and pushing his glasses back up. I stared at him, grateful that Soarece had recovered my glasses last night.

He shrugged. "Well, I suppose Sir Integra will have to figure out what to do." He suddenly shifted his grip, pinning me to him in some kind of hold. I struggled, sending out mind-shrieks to Soarece and taking a deep breath for a real scream. I suddenly felt myself moving backward, and almost gacked at the misty feeling, accompanied by a slight dizziness. It was weird, I could feel him moving like he was running, but all I could see was a black and red light blur, shooting and spinning past me. I felt a force, like gravity pulling me from his grip, and I wiggled, trying to escape.

He growled, pulling me up to his mouth so he could say "If you want to fall down several dozen stories, or find yourself stuck halfway through a wall, by all means, try to escape me. Otherwise, hold still." I froze, not wanting to chance either of those things happening. He chuckled and pulled me closer to him, accounting for the pull around us. I remained in that position for however long it took, because it was kinda hard to tell, then felt reality closing in around me. I fell to my knees, gasping. A voice above me said "Is this her?" I heard the vampire say "Yes, but she seems to be suffering from memory loss. I don't know what to make of it."

Alucard's POV:

I unclasped my arms, letting her fall to the ground. She wheezed, obviously still not used to the side effects of phasing. "Is this her?" Integra asked, looking over the edge of the desk curiously. "Yes, but she seems to be suffering from memory loss. I don't know what to make of it." I said, watching Zara look around, probably re-seeing Integra's office. I felt a pang of sadness, seeing she didn't know who either of us were hurt me. "Where the hell am I?" she said, glaring at Sir Integra. Integra looked back expressionlessly. "My office. Please, take a seat." She gestured to an empty chair in front of her desk. Zara got to her feet, but remained there, not making a move for the chair. "No." I sighed, and gently pushed her into the chair, keeping my hands on her shoulders as she struggled, holding her down.

She gave up eventually, and sat there, scowling. "Who are you people?" she asked, focusing on Sir Integra. "We are the Hellsing organization," she said, rummaging in her desk, probably looking for the paperwork. "and you are one of our former employees, assumed dead for the past three years." She pulled out a manila envelope, pushing it across the desk. Zara flicked it open, looking at the lines inside. She pulled out a picture of her, frowning as she studied it. "This isn't me." She said, looking up at us. Integra looked surprised. "It is, I assure you." She glanced at me. "What do you say?" I cleared my throat. "That was you when we last saw you."

She laughed, and lifted her glasses up slightly. She put them back down, as if remembering something. "Can you turn the lights off?" she asked, leaning back in her chair. Integra nodded jerkily at me. I flicked the switch, and I heard a faint sigh of relief from Zara. Her back was to me, but I saw her take off her glasses, and heard Integra's gasp. She turned to me, and I felt the hair on the back of my neck raise. Her eyes were glowing, ever so slightly, and they had slitted cat's pupils. "As I said, I'm pretty sure that isn't me." She said, turning around and putting the glasses back on. I flicked the lights back on. "Your eyes are still the same color though." I said through gritted teeth.

She sighed. "Let's cut to the chase, shall we? I'm not stupid. I don't know how you people found out about me, or the fact I can't remember my past at all, but I'm not stupid. You say you know who I am. You claim to know about my past. But you have no proof. How should I know this isn't some elaborate scheme to get Big Red here his lunch?" she pointed at me insultingly. "But maybe I'm wrong. Prove me wrong." She folded her arms smugly. I reached inside my jacket for her necklace. I was unsure whether or not to give it to her, but it might help her remember.

"Here" I said, holding it out to her. She turned in her chair partially, then all the way when she saw what I was holding. Her brow creased in a faint frown as she took it, then eased into that blank, vague expression she had when I called her Zara. One finger gently traced its curves, and her lips moved like she was saying words. She suddenly handed it back to me. "Never seen it before…I think." She said, giving it one last puzzled look. She turned back to Sir Integra, who was lighting a cigar. I felt a wave of fear, so strong that it almost wiped out her own smell, and she jerked out of her chair, sending it crashing to the ground. She was screeching, backing away from the desk.

I put a hand on her shoulder, and she twisted in my grip, screaming again and again. She jumped out of my grasp, landing on a bookshelf and climbing as high as it would allow, the huddling in the farthest corner away from the tiny flame of Sir Integra's lighter. She whimpered, chanting over and over under her breath "FirefirefirefirefirefirefirefireFIRE!" I stared at her along with Integra. "She was never…" Integra began, but trailed off. I shook my head. "She was never afraid of fire. Ever."

No, Soarece isn't going to be mailed overseas. Imagine how painful it would be to haul her but all the way back to England! *shudders* Yeesh. I still have no before or after chapter info, so R, R, Rcomment. Auf Wedersien!