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A
special appearance in this chapter, thanking a good friend for
everything. Thanks a lot girl! (kisses and reeses... the white
chocolate ones yumm)

These
are the last chapters... just so you guys know...:( I might extend it
a bit depending on what comes to my head, but this story is pretty
much ending.

It's so
much fun to write... I don't want it to end... :(

(shower
running)

His
words… or at least the ones that came out of his mouth before
the interruption that night, still haunt me.

Everything
seems to be back to ‘normal’ after his one-week absence,
though I can sense him sulking more than usual. Yes, he has those
moments too. I have caught him in quiet moments when he looks older,
his features reflecting a little more his true age. The last time he
did this was not long ago… and it also stirs something in my
stomach when I remember…

I
opened my eyes slowly, my body already feeling the urge to train. I
blinked a few times to focus my eyes and did, on a well known figure
almost slouching on the only chair in my room. I looked at him
silently, his legs crossed elegantly but never less masculine, one of
his gloved hands under his chin. He was still in his pants and shirt,
a bit in disarray, and barefoot. He looked thoughtful. He must have
been. He always senses when I wake up. His eyes were fixed on defined
rays of light coming in between my blinds. He frowned for a second,
almost imperceptibly. Then his face went to his usual stoic state.

“You
ok?” I asked softly. He didn’t seem surprised. He slowly
turned to me his hand still under his face.

“Bună
ziua.” He said softly.

Silence.

“Is
something wrong?”

He
just smiled. Yes, smiled.

Silence.

“My
god, that’s a lot of thinking you’re doing there…”
I said playfully as I stretched. “... what about?”

Silence.

“You.”

And
that was that. I didn’t ask anything else. I can tell when I
should or shouldn’t ask him something. He won’t answer if
he doesn't want to, so why bother. And I’m not sure if I wanted
to know. I rested my head back and let the water fall on my face.
Something tells me I should start to get used to him not being
around. Something tells me he will disappear for good very
soon.

“Shit.”
I jumped and covered my chest instinctively as I felt someone leaning
against the wall beside me. “You scared me.”

“You
are up unusually early...” The vampire said studying my state,
but no mischievous look in him.

“Couldn't
sleep.” I shrugged.

(shower
still running)

I
have a feeling he is pissed.

“Brendon
has been very vigilant of your chambers lately, milady. I have the
feeling you are not aware of this.”

Silence.

“He
what?”

“I
guessed right...”

“Vigilant?”

“Always
around... I believe he is... spying on you.”

Silence.

“Spying...”

“Yes
milady... always looking from a distance, screening who enters and
exits your chambers.”

Silence.

“Damn
him...”

Silence.

“How
long has this been happening?”

“Started
about two nights ago...”

“Has
he seen you?”

“No.”

“I'm
starting to dislike men a lot...”

His
grin was so wide it scared me for a moment.

“Males...”
I corrected myself.

“Oh...”

“This
is ridiculous…!”

Silence.
Shower still running.

I
put my head under the water again cursing Clay in my mind. When I
looked at the wall beside me, Alucard wasn’t there anymore.

Again
I stepped under the water, getting the shampoo out of my hair with my
fingers. I felt two cool hands sliding around my waist and then up to
better places, from behind… and an equally chilly naked body
behind me.

I
rested back against him sighing, his lips moving to my neck, his
hands traveling all over me, slowly, very slowly; as if his hands
wanted to memorize every little curve of my body. His lips rubbed
against my cheek delicately, his hair caught on the falling water.

I
could see his eyes open, lost in thought, reflected on the wet tiles
in front of me.

I
slowly turned around.

“Hm?”
I don't need telepathy to tell he wants to say something.

More
silence. I could tell his teeth were gritting, his jaw muscles moving
slightly.

Silence.

“Tell
your little boyfriend that I don't appreciate being
disturbed--less when I'm having a meal--to be warned, about
getting close and the sort, to someone who accept it or not, is
mine...”

And
my muscles don't swell anymore when I hear that from him. Things have
changed definitely.

“I
do own an amazing amount of patience, but I would be careful if I
were him... he does not know who he is dealing with, it seems...”

Silence.
Goddamn it!

“I
can't fucking believe this!... I told him to butt out...”

“What
nonsense was he speaking about?” Now I can see the psychopath
glint in his eyes.

“+sigh+
He told me once he doesn't like the attention you give me; he doesn't
like the way you look at me or talk to me, or how close you stand
from me... he made a big deal out of one night he saw us talking
after a mission and insisted that I should go to Hellsing... I said
no and I think I said something about speaking to you myself or
something... just to shut him up.”

“Tell
him the truth, it is easier.”

“You're
nuts.” I put my head back, water falling down my hair and back.

“The
person who was most convenient to hide this from, already knows... so
what is the problem?”

“You
know her more than I do... you know she will fire me if the word goes
around.”

Silence.
His head tilted to one side.

“You
think this is why she hasn't?”

Silence.
I shrugged.

“You
would be surprised then by the real reason.”

Silence.
Nothing else came from him.

“As
you wish milady. I would speak to him if I were you... or if you care
about his wellbeing...”

“Alucard--.”

“I
will not tolerate some human kid telling me what I do or not
do—especially with you—not only because it is
disrespectful to me BUT to you! You are a woman capable of
things on your own. If you ever thought I was acting like a caveman,
I suggest you review his conduct...” Ok, he is pissed.

“I
agree with you.”

“Good...”

He
kept his composure all the time but I could tell he was furious. I
can't say I know him but I can tell his anger went beyond jealousy. I
wanted to smile but forced myself not to.

Silence.

“He's
not my boyfriend by the way...” I shook his wet hair vigorously
with my fingers. Damn he looks hot like this. Dude, I desperately
need to buy a camera next leave.

Silence.

“I
have been... pretty much avoiding him after that time.”

He
leaned a bit closer to me, his long arms at my sides, palms against
the wall and whispered. “I don't care what he did to you...
your skin, your hair, your room, your bed; everything still
smells like me. Much so, that the animal in him, feels it.
This is why he's doing this. It is all working in an unconscious
level. I might sound very comprehensive about the situation right
now, but next time, I will waste one of my bullets on him and you
know I can dispose of a body very very well.”

Damn.

“I
will talk to him... believe me, I'm about to give you the green light
to shoot him.”

“I
don't need one... just another visit will be enough.”

I
tried not to smile but I failed miserably. When I did I saw how that
above mentioned psychopath glint disappeared and again it was good
old Alucard. I thought to myself... how does it feel to be on the
other side of a grin, huh?

I
heard a very faint growl coming from his throat. I had to bite my lip
to control myself. I closed the space between us a bit more, my hands
landing on his chest. “Can I ask you something?” My
fingers drew imaginary circles on his skin.

“Go
ahead.”

Silence.

“Will
you tell me when you don't want to see me anymore? Or will you
just... disappear...”

Silence.
He tilted his head, a faint smile returning to his serious face.

“Why
are you asking me this?”

“Because...”

He
waited for an answer that was never meant to be uttered.

“Nevermind...”
I felt dumb. I shouldn't have fed his ego by asking. My hands fell
from his body and turned around.

“Oh…
she does miss the corpse…” He cooed and I clicked my
tongue as I turned the water off. I looked at him again.

“I
thought vampires had some weird thing with running water or
something…”

“Oh…
right…” He said, pretending to have forgotten. I smiled
and shook my head.

When
I was dry and in my regular sleeping attire I walked out and found
nothing. He was gone, it seemed.

But
a faint deep chuckle around me confirmed the contrary. I smiled
knowing what this meant. I slowly and carefully, walked toward my
boots, where my knifes where at. More chuckles from him.

I
wonder how he would feel about kerambits tonight.

Oh,
man. My room is too small, not a place for sparring!

“I’m
not dumb as to do close-quarters with you in here…” I
said getting away from him, as he materialized in front of me.

“Well,
what about those pretty daggers of yours?... or is it you can’t?”

I
hate it when he brings that up.

“Aw,
so sweet… she won’t hurt the vampire…”

My
teeth are gritting.

“Yes
I would.” I tried to sound convincing.

“No
you wouldn’t.”

“Here
we go again… give me a reason and I will.”

“I
have already… and still you won’t.”

“I
can do it.”

“Show
me.”

Silence.

“I
don’t feel like it.” I crossed my arms over my chest.

He
chuckled.

“I’m
serious I don’t feel like it now!”

“Hm…
we will have to keep this a secret, then…”

“Huh?”

He
walked a bit closer to me.

“Well,
it would be a terrible disadvantage for us if our enemy knew that all
it takes is a little fondling here and there to not get--.”

A
grunt escaped his lips. He looked down at the middle of his torso
right under his ribcage. The handle of my dagger was decorating his
Victorian clothes. Well who knew, one can throw push-daggers
accurately,too; a mental note.

“Hmm.”
I looked at my fingernails in a very nonchalant way. “...
that's what you get for disappearing on me, ergo not fondling
me, last week I guess.”

“Oh
yeah, someone has been working out, hmm...” I whispered, almost
mumbled.

“Yeah...
I can't remember him having those arms.” The police girl also
mumbled beside me.

“He's
starting to look very yummy... I guess FA makes wonders.”

The
police girl chuckled.

“Well
look at him press... of course he's getting that big.” She
mumbled again.

“He
can press me all he wants if he's--.”

“Hey!”

“What!”

“You're
already being... pressed...”

I
almost choked on my water.

“Don't
tell me your Master is making you keep and eye on me or something.”

“...
no.”

I
glared at her.

“No,
really... I just—I don't know, maybe if you two--.”

“Girl,
c'mon, not again...”

“I
don't know how you can do it.”

“Do
what.”

“Be
with two people at the same time.”

“That's
the point I'm not with them.”

“It's
just so hard to see myself—oh god...”

“Hm?”
I frowned at her.

“Your
9 o'clock.”

I
turned to see what had made the Draculina change her tone to a deep,
breathy one.

“Now,
that's a sweet piece of ass.”

We
stared silently for I can't tell how long.

“I'm
sorry, you were saying?” I said smirking.

“Never
mind—who is that?”

“He's
new, an Aussie... first name: Mac, last name: Buckby, he's our new
snipper adquisition... marital status: married.” I clicked my
tongue. “... I'm not jealous, so...” I shrugged.

She
chuckled. I did too.

“Wait—how
do you know?”

“I'm
good.” I grinned. “... curiosity killed the cat? I don't
think so... I'm alive and got my info from the files.”

“I
wonder if Sir Hellsing chose him herself.”

“If
she did remind me to send her a thank you postcard—oh, he's so
lonely, poor thing...”

“Oh
no...”

“I'm
not doing anything, girl... I'm still here with you, I'm behaving.”

“For
now...” She almost scolded.

“Nah...
if I'm honest with you, I don't wanna go through more craziness... “
I bit the cap of my water bottle repeatedly. “... plus, sex
with humans is boring.”

She
looked at me with wide eyes.

“What!...
it feels weird!”

“Weird?”

“Yes...
don't make me explain why cause I don't want Pip kicking my ass for
putting stuff in your head.”

She
was still looking at me.

“Clay
is spying on me, did I tell you?”

“Yeah...
Pip told me.”

“Idiot...
I'm surrounded but crazy men... “ I looked at the sun kissed
hottie ready to do some crunches. “Maybe things are better in
the land down under...”

“You
will never learn...”

“Blah!
I'm just looking.”

“Hey,
beach girl!”

I
turned to glare murderously at Pip. He had started to call me that
because of an unfortunate and rather embarrassing display of skin of
mine in his presence, accidental of course, and well... lets just
say, I'm not wearing tanks to sparring sessions with him anymore.

He
was standing in the middle of the gym, on the space I normally did my
training and katas in.

“Yes,
Pepe le pew?”

“C'mon,
lets do some of zat zeeng you do...” He was taking off his
jacket and hat.

“What
thing.”

“That
zeeng... ze--.” And he began to do a very bad imitation of my
katas, but it looked more like a drunk primate doing a ballet twirl.

“Sorry,
the dumbass dance is a skill I lack.”

He
gave me the finger. I stuck my tongue out.

“But
we can always push-hands.” I shrugged, throwing my towel on the
floor.

“What
the--.” I heard the police girl say and I looked at her. Her
eyes were a bit wide, the traces of a smile on her face. I followed
her eyes to see what was so amusing.

“+sigh+
He's a such kid... and I'm saying that, so that says
something.” I said as I saw the vampire, walking nonchalantly
across the middle of the gym, with a serene expression on his face,
trademarked smirk, and my push dagger still buried on his midsection
for all the world to see. He had decided to not wear his red
overcoat, I guess to show off the knife better. What an idiot.

“That's
your knife right?”

“Yes...
he dared me to hurt him, I did... but man, I can't get that out of
him, hell no... ew...” I shuddered.

She
began to crack up silently, her arms encircling her torso.

And
as my eyes went back to him I saw some soldiers looking at me.
Laughing. Some raised an arm in the air with a smile mouthing
something like 'way to go'. I guess she wasn't the only one who
recognized my knife. Well, no one uses knives around here. I smiled
shyly and took a bow. Heard some scattered clapping and whooping but
it stopped as he turned around.

“Someone
had to do it...” Jake walked by us, his head down, eyes on the
floor. Again I smiled.

We
heard some faint whistling coming from the door of the gym and
instinctively turned in that direction. A very pretty small-framed
girl with huge green eyes and dark hair, came in walking in a pair of
sweats and a baby t shirt, oozing self confidence. Hm I have never
seen her here. As she continued to walk inside the place and walked
by Alucard, I saw her turn 180 degrees and give him a slap on his
ass.

“Nice
ass vamp.” I heard her say faintly, a soft foreign accent in
her voice.

All
sounds went dead in my head.

My
eyes widened like never before.

My
eye is twitching.

He
stopped gradually and looked back at her over his shoulder.

I'm
entering bitch-slap mode.

“Who.
The. Fuck. Is. That.” My muscles are swelling and my voice is
dangerously low and almost similar to a growl.

“Uh...
the one who just--.”

I
raised my index finger to shut Seras up. I didn't want to hear it; I
have eyes. “Yes.”

“She's
new too... I'm not sure of her name or rank or what she does... but
people call her Cleo-something...”

“No,
get me the whole name.”

“CleoKat!
Yes, that's what I have heard some soldiers call her.”

“I
will kill her.”

“Uh--.”

“Is
it just me or suddenly everything is taking a red tint to it?...”
I said my eyes still wide and looking around the place.

“Uh—are
you ok?”

“Never
better... get me her name, Seras.” I said, walking toward Pip
and cracking my neck and knuckles. “C'mon Merc, bring it on!”

“PIP
RUN!” I heard Seras before I saw Pip disappear out the door of
the gym.

(knock
knock)

“Who
is it!” I asked giving my back to the door, cleaning my knives.

“Cool
hair, big teeth.”

I
had to laugh. I wondered why he didn't just faze in.

“Come
in...” I said still chuckling.

I
heard his boots get closer to me, but I continued doing my chore.
Then I felt something hard poking me on my upper back
as he stood behind me. I frowned.

“If
that means you're happy to see me, I think you messed up a bit
on regenerating your body this time.”

“Oh...
pardon me, milady, I till can't get used to this new addition to my
body.”

I
turned around, still my dagger in him.

“Can
you PLEASE take that out! It's gross!”

“It
is your knife, milady, I will leave that chore to you.”

“NO!”

“Why
not?”

“It's
GROSS. What part of GROSS don't you get.”

“I
am starting to get used to it... it's almost like a little souvenir.”

“Alucard,
get that shit out of you... it's creeping me out.”

He
looked at me, then at the knife, then back at me.

I
whimpered a little and stomped my foot repeatedly. I took a deep
breath as my hand slowly went to the handle.

“Ow.”

“Shit—sorry!”

He
chuckled, a wheezing chuckle. I kicked him.

“See!
You're such a dumbass.” But I was smiling.

“Try
again.”

“No.”
I turned around to continue cleaning my knives.

“I
will ask this girl then... what's her name?”

I
turned around, grabbed the handle and pulled the thing out of him,
throwing it on the floor. I glared at him for a few seconds and
turned around again.

Of
course he chuckled. But quickly stopped. I felt him nuzzling against
my hair and then walking to the only chair in my room, beside me. I
felt him sit there, his eyes resting on me for a few seconds. His
hand came to my forearm pulling me softly toward him. My hands let go
of my knives and cleaning stuff, following his pull. I was being
directed to his lap and so I sat there.

“What.”

Silence.

“Integra
will call you to her office this week. You will receive the message
from the police girl, Pip or Walter, depending on who is free at the
time.”

Silence.

“Why,
what did I do now...” I sighed and slumped a bit.

Silence.
He's looking too serious for my taste.

“She's
in a very dangerous mood now.” Silence. “... it seems she
is not very happy with the way things went on your last big mission.”

“Hey,
anyone could have been trapped in an illusion, it was NOT my fault.”
I was getting altered. “... not this time.”

“And
I agree, but as I said... she is in a very dangerous mood right now.”

Silence.
I don't like this.

“What
exactly does that mean.”

Silence.
His temple went to rest on his gloved finger.

“As
the years pass it becomes harder to predict her conduct, as she is
constantly learning how to block me away from her mind.”
Silence.

“She's
planning on firing me, right?”

“It
is a possibility.”

Silence.
I looked at his shirt.

Long
silence.

“I
guess she got fed up with me...” I whispered and bit my lip. I
looked at him. Just one thing crossed my mind; not that I didn't
really have a place to go after the death of my Sifu, or that I was
going to be without a job. It was him in my head. Talk about corny.

Silence.
I am still not fully digesting this and its implications.

“It
is still a possibility... but we are not sure.”

Silence.
I was frowning unconsciously. My head rested on his shoulder, my body
curling into him. Just like that time, his arm curled around me.

“Remember
that assuming only brings unnecessary pain and frustration. Get some
rest for now and wait for the actual day to come.”

“Can
you stay with me now?”

I
felt him nod. And it was silence from then on.

I
don't like the way my stomach feels. I don't like this at all.

Muahuahuahuaahau...
don't worry girl, she won't kill you... I won't let her :D

Thanx
a lot you guys! Sorry if the grammar and spelling are not good... I'm
really sleepy now... --
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