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Happy Independence Day to all my US readers; I hope you all had a nice time celebrating with friends and family.

Warning: This chapter contains Lemons, implied lemons and yaoi pairings ^_^ I hope you enjoy. If you do please leave a review I would love to know what you think. If you have any ideas for upcoming chapters do let me know. ^_^

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Chapter 20: Kids & Kisses

Captain POV

It had been a long journey and I was tired, my body was aching and rest was welcomed. I had got a few scrapes from the battle in Portugal; they would heal on their own it was no matter. Walter parked the car in the Hellsing garage and we made our way into the manor in silence. The butler promptly left to head to his room, well what had become his new room. He had moved all of his belongings into the room of his long dead lover. To me it was a little bit morbid but I was not one to judge. My lover and I we were not exactly normal…

As I walked into the living area I noticed Schrodinger sat on the end of the red suede sofa, swinging his leg off of the arm. He jumped with excitement as he saw me coming into the room. I removed my hat and smiled down at the shorter boy – I really should say man. He may have had the body of a sixteen year old but he was in his sixties at the very least. The benefit of our genetic mutations – we stay young for a very long time. Which had it's benefits and its drawbacks, one benefit is that we stayed youthful and at our physical peak for years the negative, we stay at the age we unlocked our powers. Myself, I discovered my werewolf abilities when I was in my late twenties. Schrodinger he found his earlier on, in his late teens so he still looks quite young. This can often cause a bit of a problem…

"Captain Hans, you are back!" The werecat exclaimed happily as he ran over to me and jumped into my arms. I smiled as my werecat lover snuggled into my neck happily.

"How did it go? Did you kill them all?" He asked as he looked up at me with those curious eyes he always had. I nodded and placed a light kiss on the blonde's forehead.

"Wonderful news!" He shouted proudly as he jumped out of my arms one more, leaving me with my arms extended for no reason. Shrugging it off I walked over to the sofa and tried to sit down but was kept on my feet but the younger man. He had reclined onto the sofa and had placed his legs on my lower back keeping me from sitting down.

Schrodinger POV

I pushed my lover back onto his feet as I looked over his back, he was bleeding again. Why was he always bleeding? Such a messy werewolf! "Hans, you have a few cuts on your back…they look pretty deep may I take a look at them?" I asked before he could reply I had jumped up and began to slowly remove his jacket and shirt. Looking up into the eyes of the silent man I felt myself blush a little. It had been a while since we had been in this position, since we arrived at Hellsing we kept our relationship a secret not wanting to be judged or scolded by our new master. The fact we were two men who were in love was one thing, the main issue was the fact I was permanently in my young male body. To the rest of the world I was almost a child, when in fact I was hitting my seventies.

Turning to face Hans he gave me a disapproving look. "Oh come on, you know you can't let them bleed out like that!"I whine as I trace my hands over his muscles, they were tense. I began pressing down and needing the tight muscles as I felt them soften up. I continued to lightly massage his body with one hand as I cleaned out the open wounds with the other. Causing the taller man to let out a soft groan of approval, I grinned wickedly to myself and began placing light kisses down the side of Hans neck nibbling down on the skin. I knew biting was something that drove him mad. He let out a small growl as he sat down on one of the wooden chairs in the room. I moved to straddle his waist with a smirk; I traced my hands up and down his torso noticing there were also cuts across his chest.

Hans POV

I chuckled to myself as I watched the scene unfold in front of me. Schrodinger was pushing his luck in such a public space. I let out a small moan as she ran his nails up and down my torso, he wiggled himself onto my lap further causing me to breathe a little bit heavier as I felt a tightness in my trousers.

"Well they seemed to have got you nice and deep there." Schrodinger purred as he traced over one of my cuts. I nodded as the younger man leaned down and ran his tongue across the wound. I let out a loud moan as he lapped at the skin around the wound; his tongue was slightly rough due to his werecat nature. I was not complaining at all. As the younger man began to run his rough tongue across my chest I leaned my head back and let out a soft moan which only encouraged the former.

I hissed a little when he came across a deeper wound on my chest, Walter had been a little too overexcited with his wires and managed to cut me in the chest a few times. I had been caught in his wires before compared to other creatures they don't damage me much but none the less it stung like a bitch.

"That was the Butler?" Schrodinger asked as he slowly licked the wound clean. I nodded as the younger man shuffled on top of me again. "Oh it was an accident I see, did you run in the way again?" He laughed at me as he sewed up the wound, he was never one for sympathy in the year I had known him he was a spiteful little shit."You are so clumsy sometimes Hans" he chuckled as he finished sewing up my wounds.

I let out a small whine as he jumped off of my lap leaving me with a aching groin and a empty space where the younger man once sat.

"Stop whining like a puppy I'm coming back!" He chuckled as he placed the sewing kit on the table next to us. I smiled widely as he walked over and straddled my lap once more, the look in his eyes had changed from his boyish cuteness to something darker, it made my heart start to race as he began to slowly undo his shirt. Moving my hands up and down his chest I became impatient and ripped the shirt off of the werecat. Who let out a growl as I stood up and pinned him down on the table next to us.

Walter POV

I sat in my late lover's room slowly removing the soiled pieces of clothing from my body; tossing them into a pile at the end of the bed I moved over to the bathroom and turned on the shower. I sighed as I looked into my reflection; I was still not used to my appearance. I was a young man now – with no one to show. My body was no older than someone in their thirties for anyone who would hasten to place a bet. My once grey eyes were now a dark purple, the aged lines which had once graced my face were now long gone. I was sharper looking now. My eyes were catlike it was strange to look at. I could feel it in my body, I was stronger, more agile; my body in itself had returned to its once toned form I was silently proud of how I looked now but it saddened me that the once person I wanted to see me in this form was no longer with me.

I swallowed hard as I made my way into the shower. Hot water ran down my body as I tried to push the thoughts of her out of my mind. Gloomy thoughts slowly left me as I placed a small drop of Avery's body wash on my hands and began to rub it over my chest. Breathing in her scent I rested my head under the showerhead letting the water runoff of my hair down my back.

The smell of musk filled the air as I run my hands over my muscles making sure each part of me was clean. As the cold air hit my skin, something changed inside me I do not know of it was the smell of Avery on my body or the hot water on my skin but I was no longer sad. I was frustrated, all the emotions from the last mission, all the tension pent up inside me I had to go.

As I opened my eyes and turned around I felt a soft hand on my back, turning around I smiled as Avery stood behind me with a sly smile across her face. I knew she wasn't real but right now it didn't matter. I moaned out as I felt the ghostly kisses travelling down my body, we had fucked in this shower many times before, I smirked as I recalled the scenes in my mind – Avery had placed herself between my legs as I leaned onto the cold tiles behind me, she did really know how to work me.

I groaned as I lowered my hands down to my now throbbing cock as I thought about past experiences in this shower – Avery would run her tongue around the tip of my cock slowly as she teased me to death running her tongue over the sensitive parts before tightening her lips over the length of my cock. I felt myself twitch in my hand; tightening my hold on my cock I began to quicken my pace.

She would always bring me to the brink of ecstasy before pulling back and teasing me some more. Growling to myself I closed my eyes once more and took myself back to those times – Avery would have been pinned to the wall by now for teasing me so badly, she always knew that if she was a naughty girl she would be punished.

Bending her over as she held onto the wall for support I was claw down her sides and back, quiet moans would escape her lips which made me more and more eager. Pushing my throbbing cock into her tight wetness would send me over the edge; I never had control over myself when we were like this she turned me into something else. An animal, a beast either way I loved it. It was bliss. Pushing myself into her hard, I dug my nails into her sides as she pushed back against me with quick whimpers and moans.

She was always so tight, as I tightened my grip on my cock I let out a whimper as I sped up the pace. I was close, biting down on my lip I thought back on the past. Avery's moans filled the room as I pulled her off of the wall by her hair, she rested her head on my chest and I thrust into her harder causing her to scream out and grind down onto me. Hearing her moan my name always took me to another level, as I bit down on her neck I imagined the blood which would flow from her veins.

Woah Woah! I felt my heart racing in my chest as I changed up the scenario to suit my new demonic needs. I felt slightly guilty about my fantasy but the fury had fed on me many times before during sex it would have been fun to change it up for once. The thought of biting her pretty throat took me over the edge, I was desperate for any kind of release, the blood from her neck would drip down her body as I fucked her – licking up the trace of blood from her neck would make her gasp and moan out more. Pressing herself against me as I pushed her down onto my cock, we would get rougher and rougher as we let out inner demons dance. I tried to catch my breath as I pumped my cock harder and faster the idea of feeding from Avery whilst I fucked her was too much I screamed out and held myself against the shower as I received the release I had been longing for.

I stood there for a few moments trying to catch my breath as the hot water removed any incriminating evidence from my body. I bit down on my lips and licked off the blood which seeped out as I turned the water from hot to cold. I need to feed.

Schrodinger POV

I was trying so hard to not draw attention to our situation but it was hard. Hans had placed himself between my legs and had been working my cock for the last ten minutes. It was alright for him – he didn't speak! Me on the other hand I was finding keeping quiet very difficult.

I let out a whimper as he ran his tongue over the tip of my cock, hearing his growls only brought me closer to heaven. Hans began to run one hand over my ass and pulled me into him as he undid his trousers. I smirked pushing myself up from the table and trailed kisses down his chest and over his abs, he let out a growl as I lowered my mouth onto his cock, it was only fair really. He has been teasing me for so long now it was my turn or at least I thought it was – before I knew what was happening I had been pushed back down onto the table as the werewolf began sucking on my neck leaving small bruises across my throat and down my collarbone.

"You fucker, how am I supposed to hide this now?" I moaned as he began to nibble on my ear. He chuckled at my protests as I pouted at him. Dropping down he placed a long kiss on my lips which made me smile, wrapping my arms around his neck I felt a familiar hardness pressing up against me. Grinding myself down onto his hard cock I felt the werewolf inhale sharply as I teased the tip of his cock.

How do you like being teased you bastard?

3POV

The Hellsing butler had made his way to the kitchen and picked himself out a packet of blood. Pouring it into a coffee mug he drank it down with ease. Sighing to himself he looked a the clock in the kitchen as the hands moved slowly around the clock he decided no would be an appropriate time to fetch his comrade to report to Sir Integra, it was 8:30am their Master would be awake by now.

Making his way down the first floor corridor, he began to notice a strange mix of noises coming from the living room. As the butler approached the noises became more intense. Taking another sip of blood from his coffee cup and opened the door to see if there was an problem on the other side.

The sight which met his eyes was not one he was ready for, not in any way shape or form. With a gasp he brought his arm up to cover his mouth, catching any dripping blood that had fallen from his gaping mouth. The two new recruits were naked as the day they were born, bent over on the living room table in a rather uncompromising position.

Walter stood in shock as the scene imprinted in his mind, he was never going to be able to get rid of that image. Shaking his head he watched as the two men jumped off of the table and hurriedly redressed in front of the traumatized butler.

"Captain, we are due to report to Sir Integra…" Walter managed to stutter out as he averted his eyes from the two men.

"Mr Butler!" Schrodinger screamed in shock as he and Hans got dressed – his face as red as the band around his arm. Hans quietly dressed himself in the corner of the room seemingly unfazed by their current situation.

Walter felt bad for all the servants that had caught glimpses of Avery and himself in such compromising positions…he understood now….he would never complain about their overreaction again…..not ever.

"Mr Butler, I was helping the Captain." Schrodinger began as he finished dressing himself.

"Yes, I can see that!" Walter exclaimed as his face also turned red to match that of the blonds.

"W-What no no! It is not what you think! Tell him Captain" Schrodinger began to shout as she pointed at his lover who smiled and shrugged indifferently.

"Gentlemen, take some advice from a seasoned member of staff, use the second floor rooms for your encounters, there is less likelihood of you being interrupted." Walter chuckled as he regained his composure, he really could not judge as he was once a culprit himself. Hans smiled and walked over to the blonde boy and patted his head before walking out of the room.

"You coward! You can't just walk off like that!" Schrodinger shouted after Hans as he tried to follow him. Walter gently took a hold of the shorter mans shoulder and turned him to face him.

"Like I said, second floor Schrodinger and it's alright I won't mention this to anyone." He smiled down at him causing the younger man to nod and blush before he ran off.

Welcome to the Hellsing Organization, a collection of demons and exhibitionists.

3POV

Pulling on a pair of black jeans and a white blouse Avery looked at herself in the mirror. She had treated the new cut on her chest and decided it would be best to change her outfit if she was meeting children. A soiled white dress probably would not make the best first impression.

The clothes that she had been given were not really her style but she could make do for now until she stole some money to get some new ones. Pulling on a pair of black boots she nodded at herself in the mirror as she began tying her hair back into a high ponytail, she let her long bangs part in the middle with a slightly curl.

With a sigh she made her way out of her room and up the stairs from the cellar her room was in. It smelled of damp and it wasn't the nicest of places. She turned her nose up a little, Alucard and Seras stayed in the basement in Hellsing Manor and they never complained – Avery on the other hand loved being on the top of the estate; being at the highest point and being able to look out at the grounds made her happy. No matter which of the Hellsing estate she was in she always stayed in the room closest to the roof. Now however she was stuck underground like an unwanted pet, tugging a little at her collar she gave up. She had not been able to get out of it for the last week she had really tried but to no avail.

Anderson sat in his office looking over some reports of recent missions; they had recently elected a new head of Iscariot. Maxwell was not fit to run the assassin squad, the new leader Makube seemed to be a better choice. His specialism was occult weapons and knowledge which considering their current predicament was helpful. Looking over more reports, there was a trend beginning to emerge; all the attacks in catholic countries were marked by the same symbol. This was something that Anderson would need to look into.

His thoughts were interrupted by a forceful knock on the office door. Standing up he and stretching he made his way over to the door and opened it to reveal the young redhead stood on the other side. She had changed into a more laid back outfit, stain free and modest which was a nice change.

"Now I don't look like a messed up child shall be going?" Avery commented dryly as she waited for the scot to leave his office. With a nod he walked past her down the corridor out of the main offices into a new area. The offices and cellar were in a smaller outbuilding which was sat facing a much bigger building which Avery presumed was the orphanage.

The front was nicer, the outside was tiled and there were flowers on the sides of the building. Looking over her shoulder Avery noticed a group of children playing in the grass. This side of the building was much nicer she could feel it. The ex demon had never been allowed out this side of the building before; whenever she left her room she was escorted out the back by guards.

Father Anderson peered down at the redhead as the two walked silently around the grounds. He was still annoyed about the situation in the park earlier that day. Avery had already laughed it off and forgotten about it but it was harder for the Paladin – he could not excuse how his body had reacted to the harlot. He thought he had more control than that. He would need more self control if he was going to be working near this woman. He would not allow it to happen again, he was not weak and he would not become a sinner.

He continued looking at the woman, her face brightened up when she caught sight of the children playing in the park. Her soft spot for children confused the priest. She had already mentioned how she would never hurt a child, back in London she had cried out for her lost child…after four hundred years this woman still loved children. He wondered if it was a possibility that certain traits of a human are passed onto their demonic selves when they fall from grace. Maybe there was a softness under her demonic exterior that just needed to be peeled away.

Avery POV

It was really quite lovely on this side of the building I couldn't believe that they had hidden this place from me for the last two weeks. I smiled as I watched children play outside; the cool breeze hit my face as I watched the kids play football. I could feel Anderson giving me a questionable look but at this point he was not my biggest concern. I was being brought over this side of the building for a job; I was always good at my jobs. I had no loyalty to Iscariot or their church but I did have a love for children, as long as the job I had to do benefited the children I would do it to the best of my ability.

As we walked into the orphanage I noticed the setting change, the inside of the block we had come from was cold, dark and felt intimidating; this building on the other hand was a very warm and welcoming place. Photos of children lined the walls and the echo of children's voices filled the air, there was some religious music playing but I could easily mute that out of my mind.

Walking further into the building children would stop shout their greetings to Father Anderson who would smile warmly back at them and greet them by name. He seemed to be well loved by the children which shocked me slightly. I was confused; the exterior of the intimidating paladin had melted away and in his place stood a warm smiling man, who gave off a kind aura. It unnerved me – I looked up at him and squint my eyes trying to read his new exterior.

What the hell is happening here?

He looked down at me and his expression changed back into his harder exterior. I chuckle to myself as we carried on walking in silence until we approached a big oak door. I stayed a few steps behind Anderson as he knocked on the door.

After a few moments the door opened to reveal a short, plump nun. She was old you could see it in her face. She wore the usual habit and veil which was a little too big for her. I shuffled in my space as she looked from Anderson then to me then back to him once more.

"Father Anderson it is good to see you. Who is this?" The nun smiled as she approached us. You could see that her teeth were not her own they were to bright, dentures perhaps. Does the Vatican have dental? I chuckle on the inside as I smile back politely to the nun who stood in front of me.

"Hello Sister Mary Joan this is Miss Odette Avery, she has come to stay with us for a while. She will be helping us with the children." Anderson explained as cheerfully as he could. I was taken aback that the blond actually knew my full name. More surprised in fact that he didn't introduce me as a former demon…very odd.

"Oh Miss Avery that is so kind of you God bless you dear the children will be so happy to have another nanny!" My eyes widened as I was embraced tightly by the plump old woman. In my new human body I was much more fragile, I could feel the air leaving my body as the woman squeezed harder and harder around my ribs.

Alexander Anderson stifled a laugh as he watched the woman squeeze me near to death, turning my head to give him a questioning look he smirked at me and mouthed that the older woman likes to give hugs. I roll my eyes and subtly hint that his comment was obviously implied at this point.

"It's nice to meet you Sister" I squeak as the woman released me and stepped back with smile. This woman was bloody strong for an old girl. Rubbing a hand over my sides I try and south my aching body. Either I am very weak now or this woman does not know her own strength.

"Miss Avery will be working with the younger children. Classes A and B if you would be able to show her around and give her the details of what she should be doing it would be a great help." Anderson explained as he was released from his rib breaking embrace. I snorted slightly as I watched the once smug priest gasp a little under the pressure of the embrace; once he was released he straightened himself out and smiled at the old woman. She was having a great time – it was obvious on her face. She seemed harmless enough under her monstrous strength.

"I must go I have some other matters to see to for now." Anderson bowed slightly as he quickly made his exit. Probably to avoid anymore rib crushing signs of affection. I never took Anderson as one for public displays of affection, well actually I never took him for affection all at; he would rather chop your head off before kissing it – I guess being a priest kind of negates any affection at all.

"Of course Father you sure do keep yourself busy. God Bless you." Sister Mary Joan smiled and waved off the priest as he made his way down the corridor. I smiled slightly as I watched the Scottish priest walk down the corridor; finally it was nice to be away from a guard or a watcher. I could breathe for once.

"Now Miss Avery it is so wonderful you have come here to help us. God is good. We needed the help; I must say we have had more children come to our steps in the last few years than we are used to." The elderly nun began as we walked are way down the corridor to a bigger open area, there were children of all ages everywhere it was slightly overwhelming.

"How many children do you care for Sister?" I ask as I tried to count a few children, there were many more than I had expected. It was heartbreaking.

"Currently, we care for 98 children." The nun answered as we came to another large oak door. As we passed through we came to a corridor which split off into four directions, each corridor had many more doors which lined the walls. I assumed these may have been dormitories.

"That many….my word" I shook my head at the number. No child should grow up without a parent and no parent should ever give up their child. "Yes, bless their hearts. They have either lost both parents or have been abandoned to the church by their families." Sister Mary said as she looked over to me. I felt myself getting very emotional over these children, maybe it was the fact that they reminded me of a young Integra, or that they made me think back to my own baby that I had lost, either way I was heartbroken for them all.

Sister Mary POV

This young woman seemed kind; I could tell she was getting upset with the sight of so many children. I could see her holding back her tears a few times as she looked around at the children in the corridor. I was not privy to the information on her background. I did not know why this woman was coming to stay with us, all our volunteers were from the church and we never got any civilians coming to help us. Perhaps this woman was thinking of becoming a postulant that would be wonderful!

Looking at the woman I could see she was getting upset. Maybe it was best to move along.

"It is upsetting, I know it is but here we are able to give them a better life, we can share the love of the Lord our God and they will be able to go on and spread the love of God to the world." I say as I place a hand on her shoulder. She seemed to tense up at the mention of our Lord. Which was not what I expected, she hardened up her exterior slightly and her expression went from that of sadness to anger quite quickly.

"I see." She muttered quietly as she walked alongside me.

"You do not have faith Miss Avery?" I asked the obviously troubled woman. As she took a moment to think of her response I noticed her take a long deep breath before she replied. "I find it hard to have faith with what I have seen Sister." I frown slightly as I try to read the woman's expression further. "I see, each person's journey is different. I am not here to judge. " I say as I squeeze her shoulder gently.

The redhead turned to me and smiled at me as she motioned for me to continue with our tour of the building. We arrived promptly at one of the six main quarters. The room was large, there were children scattered across the rooms laying on chairs and beanbags, some children played with each other, others sat reading silently. Some older children held newborns in their arms and rocked them as they slept.

"These are classes A and B the children you will be caring for predominantly. They range from newborns to 7 years old. They sleep in block A and B in the main corridor we have volunteers which rotate caring for them all. We bring the two classes together as we do not have enough staff to have two separate groups."

The young woman nodded in silence as she looked over the children.

"Group C-D are the children that range from 8-16 years old they are more independent as you can imagine you will meet those young ones in the next few days but you will be the nanny for these children for now." I explain as we stood in the doorway. I turned to Miss Avery she was clearly shocked by the sheet amount of children in the room. Her colder expression had melted away to that of awe and sadness as she realized none of these children had any family. It seemed to hit her close to home

"Excuse me for being slow but what exactly am I supposed to do for all these children?" Miss Avery asked as she turned to me, she seemed slightly overwhelmed had she not worked in a place like this before.

"We have sixteen members of staff who work here, seventeen now including you. Each member is allocated a group; you will be working with me with group A and B. These children need to be cared for; they need a parent figure and a role model. It is the role of the priests and my sisters to deliver the word of God. Your job will be to act as a surrogate parent figure, so teach them what you know, care for them, play with them keep them out of trouble." I explain with a smile as we walked into the room, a few children looked over to us and waved.

"I see, I think I can do that." Miss Avery smiled as she waved back at the children.

"Do you have any experience with children like this Miss Avery?" I asked as we made our way across the sea of small children.

"I have had some experience with children yes." She replied sadly as she looked at the children.

"This can be quite upsetting for those with kind hearts, if you want to take a minute we can."

Avery POV

There we so many children, so many. It was overwhelming, how did they take care of that many children? Was this what Anderson did when he was not ripping demons apart? I looked over at the children and felt myself well up inside.

Had I worked with children before? Yes, over the centuries I had taken jobs as a nanny and a governess to get a wage it also helped me heal from the loss of my own child. People think that as soon as you become a demon you heal from everything that happened before. That was not true; it had taken me decades to begin to come to terms with the loss of my baby. Now I felt that same grief as I thought about the loss of my Integra. She had been my greatest joy in the last century. Now she was apparently dead, I could not bear to think on it. I refused to believe they were dead.

I turned to smile at the elderly woman who had picked up one of the smaller children and carried her on her hip. "Wonderful! Well God has granted us a great tool bringing you to us. Praise the lord." She exclaimed as she smiled at both me and the child who giggled.

"You will be moved into a chamber room which will allow you to monitor the children during the day and night. If you have any belongings with you I will get someone to help you move from where you are staying now." She explained as I nodded. I was happy to not be kept in that damp room for much longer. I mean I had stayed in worse places in my years but a bit of air would be nice once in a while.

As we walked over to the middle of the room Sister Mary Joan stopped and addressed the room. "Good afternoon children." She shouted happily as I stood next to her. All the children in the room stopped what they were doing and turned to face us both.

"Good Afternoon Sister Mary Joan!" They all echoed back in chorus. I smiled as the children looked at me, they were all so cute and squishy I wanted to hug them all. Not very demonic I know but we don't all eat children. Some of us are only evil to certain people. Like perverts or catholic priests.

"Children this is Miss Avery, she will be your new nanny." I smiled and waved at the children who ran over to hug my legs. My mouth gaped open in shock as I looked down at the children. I could get used to this, the love that poured from their little faces was too much and I could feel myself welling up.

"Hello Nanny Avery" They all shouted happily in union. I smiled widely as the children looked over at the nun and I. I never thought I would be called that again. I chuckled lightly as I looked around the room. A young girl pulled on my jeans, looking down she was very small three years old or so was my guess. She had curly black hair and green eyes. She held onto my leg as she spoke up to me.

"Nanny Avery come and look at the house I built-ed." She said happily as she pulled me over to her building blocks. I smiled as I followed the child over to her building site.

Anderson POV

I had been stood at the doorway for some time now watching the scene play out. It was so perplexing to see the same woman who had ripped apart vampires a few weeks prior now cuddle the children at my orphanage. In my wildest dreams I never expected this to be happening. God really did work wonders. That or Satan was handing out the strangest of missions to his followers.

Avery sat with a group of children playing with building blocks. I almost broke into a smile as the children tackled the redhead to the floor and began tickling her. I shook my head and leaned against the doorway. Sister Mary Joan had noticed me standing in the doorway and made her way over to me.

"How is she managing?" I ask as I continue watching the redhead play with the children. They were all giggling and seemed to be getting along well enough. She had not snapped any children's necks yet. I would not put it past a demon such as her. She may look human and act human but she was still demon once and had spent centuries killing humans. She was still a heretic and an enemy of God. I would not be letting my guard down any time soon.

"The children seem to like her." Sister Mary Joan smiled over at me.

"I can see that, children are so often manipulated by evil…" I mumble under my breath as I continue watching the scene. "What are you talking about Father?" The eldely nun asked as he stood beside me. Shaking my head I turned round to face her. "Nothing Sister my apologies I am just musing out loud." I say with a smile.

"Where did you find this woman Father?" She asked me as we both watched the children in the hall.

"What do you mean?" I try to reply nonchalantly but the Nun was not buying it. She had been around for some time; she knew that we never asked outsiders into the orphanage unless it was an emergency or something of a desperate nature.

"You brought her back from London with you. I am no fool Father." The old nun turned to me and gave me a dark look as her expression changed from that of a kind elderly woman to something darker and fiercer. I sighed and turned to glance back at Avery.

"She is a heretic that is under my charge nothing more than that." I spoke darkly as I turned back to the older woman who nodded silently.

"Will she be a danger to us Father?" She asked as she looked at the children. The idea that a former demon would be caring for the younglings was daunting to say the least but it had to be done. We were under higher orders. Plus, she still had her collar on which made her less of a threat so remaining here would be the best option.

"She is nothing to be worried about. I have it under control."

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