Not Another Girl (Hellsing x Reader)

Chapter 1

Hours later, Alucard released the completely drained husk of the female vampire. He stood up and stretched.

"What a night." He chuckled. His senses seemed to tingle as he became aware of the time. He could feel the light of day approaching. "Soon to be day. Time to go home."

At the entrance of the mine, he saw the tracks of many five-ton military trucks. The Hellsing organization had cleared out all of the children. Now it would be up to social services to find out where they belonged. Alucard was about to leave, when he heard a baby's cry.

"They must have missed one." He thought.

Alucard followed his ears and ended up right back in the kitchen of the 'wicked witch'. Alucard suddenly remembered the child in the roasting pan. He looked inside. Yep, she was still there. Apparently, she had slept while Alucard ate, and now that it was morning, she was awake and hungry. Alucard looked around the vampire's kitchen, but of course there was no milk down here. Alucard began to walk away. What was one human child anyway? But as he did, her tiny mind pulled at his.

"Food." She demanded, as she cried louder and louder. "FOOD!"

"Alright. Enough." Ordered Alucard, as he picked her up. He held her in his arms and prepared to teleport back to the orphanage. Just then Alucard felt her shudder with cold. "Sorry little one. I'm dead. You'll get no body heat from me." He chuckled.

Alucard just looked at the child as it shivered from cold and cried with hunger. Finally, he took off his hat and wrapped the child in it. Soon the child stopped shivering. Arriving in the orphanage kitchen, Alucard searched the fridge for bottles of milk. He found four bottles ready and untouched. Too bad he couldn't say the same for the rest of the kitchen. There was blood everywhere, and dents in the stove like bodies had been slammed against them. The oven door was falling off its hinges and water still escaped from the broken facets.

Alucard picked up the baby and tried to feed her one of the bottles. She sucked on it once and then just pushed it away. The more he tried to feed it to her, the more she pushed it away.

"Now what? I thought you were hungry." He growled.

Suddenly, he remembered something from a long time ago; when Integra was still a baby herself, something about the bottle being too hot or too cold. Alucard put the bottle into his mouth, sucked on it, and spit it out.

"You're right. It's too cold." Looking around Alucard spied a microwave. He put the bottle inside and hit reheat. Minutes later, BLAM. Alucard opened the door of the microwave and saw hot milk smoldering everywhere."Hm. Too much."

He pulled another bottle out of the fridge and pressed low this time. Seconds later, DING. Alucard pulled it out. He tasted it first and then gave it to her. This time she took it. She sucked it down like a hungry little pup. Suddenly, the first rays of the sun started shining through the holes in the roof. They bathed Alucard in light.

"I guess I'll have to stay here today." He reasoned.

Alucard went down to the orphanage's basement and sat in a corner next to the boiler. Upstairs had been destroyed, but downstairs was still enacted...sort of. The boiler was still on and was providing enough heat to keep the baby warm. The baby wiggled as the warm air chased away the cold from her body. He watched with semi-fascination as the baby finished her breakfast. She had black hair like his and blue eyes like Integra's.

Smirking, his fangs peeked through as wicked thoughts filled his head about siring a child with Integra Hellsing. He started chuckling as he thought about all the things she would say. All the objections she would make and all her objections would melt away as he made love to her. Alucard's grin grew wider. Then he heard a tiny burp. He looked down at the baby. He had completely forgotten about her just that quickly. As he looked down at her, she just looked up at him and smiled.

"Well, let's see who you are?" said Alucard, as he peered into the child's mind.

The minds of children were hard to read. They never thought in straight lines and the lines of fantasy and reality were so blurred that it was hard to tell what was what. The bottles of milk, in white coats with black hair, must have been the orphanage staff, for they were the ones who fed her. The child had been born here and so here was where its memories began.

The pixies and wood elves must have been the other kids, similes of the stories that she had been told at bedtime. Then came the wicked witch and her evil shadow cats devouring all in red. But suddenly out of the red stepped a man in a large red hat. He watched himself kill the female vampire through the baby's eyes; the man in the big red hat.

"So I'm the man in the big red hat, huh." He laughed. "Better red than yellow, At least I don't look like a walking banana."

The baby gave him the image of ketchup...with a large red hat and jet black hair. Alucard chuckled at the imagery.

"Everything is food to you, isn't it? So much like me already; we both see humans as a walking buffet." He laughed manically. "Well, if I'm the man in the big red hat, then that makes you my little monkey, George."

Suddenly, the baby yawned and closed her little eyes.

"Yes, the sun is up and it's time to sleep." Alucard brought his knees up to his chest, giving her a cradle she couldn't fall out of. Then he too went to sleep.