Alright, I am back once again!

I just keep on going. I finally got to watch the final episode of the anime. Very touching. It's so easy to fall in love with this story. Kinda wished they would have included the laugh. I really am curious to how Hans would sound when he laughs. Still enjoyable though.

Anyways, next chapter onward!

"Daddy?"

He looked over his shoulder at me. "Stay back."

"But... But-"

"Do not come closer!" He growled. I stopped in my tracks. I peered around him. There was an endless red. And in the middle of it...

"...M..Mom..?" Her lifeless eyes stared back at me, and I fell backwards. Her throat was torn open. I looked back at my father, who had slowly turned to face me. His mouth was covered in blood.

Mom's blood.

I scooted back on my hands. "D...Daddy.. Wh.." I could feel hot tears slowly sliding down my cheeks. His red eyes glinted dangerously. "You... You little bitch. That cheating bitch... You're his. I knew something wasn't right the moment I saw the filthy whore give birth to you."

"Daddy!" I cried out, my back hitting the wall. An ominous growl was eminating from inside his chest.

He's going to kill me... I'm going to die... I need to...

He launched forward, hand snaking out towards me. I yelped and leapt to my left, running. "You little bitch, come back!" His voice shouted, and I could hear him chasing me.

I have to run. Run. Hide.

I was panting, running through the woods outside the house. My body shifted against my will, in the instinct to survive. I dashed through bushes. I was close to the neighboring pack.

They'll protect me. I just have to escape!

Suddenly, I cried out as a jaw clamped around my leg, my bones crushed under the pressure. I flailed, trying desperately to squirm. He shifted, his boot stepping hard on the broken leg. I shifted as well, screaming.

"I'll kill you. How dare she parade you around as if you were mine. My mate's love child... With a beta. Pathetic. You'd never survive on your own anyways. Best I put you down now."

I screamed as his arm started to reach out towards me, when a flash of red knocked him down. I watched as the two wolves tussled. The red wolf looked over at me.

'Run while you can. Go. Now!'

I struggled to my feet, desperately trying to run as my leg healed. I struggled, running with a faint limp. A high-pitched howl of pain reached my ears, and then the sounds of the battle were silent.

"I will hunt you down! I'll kill you when I find you, Katya!"

I could hear him, chasing me. Hunting me down. He was always just a step behind.

"I've found you."

I gasped, eyes shooting open. My breathing was shallow, my blood pounding in my ears. I noticed large hands gripping my shoulders. I recognized the indifferent look of the Captain as his red eyes peered over at me. He seemed to sigh, as if he'd been holding his breath as he slumped back down onto the bed. His eyes searched mine for answers, when his gaze suddenly moved to something lower on my face.

His hand touched my cheek, thumb rubbing it. His face seemed to soften the slightest bit. I reached up and touched my face as well. It was wet.

I'd been crying in my sleep again.

I adverted my eyes from his face, not wanting him to see this. To see the way I cry in my sleep like a child. A warm pair of arms pulled me into his chest. I pushed against him. "Let me go."

'You can cry.'

I struggled harder, trying to break his grip. "Don't touch me! Don't... Look at me..." I demanded in a soft tone. He growled at me, his chest rumbling against me, shaking me. His wine-colored eyes were deep, like pools as he stared down at me. They didn't look indifferent, but... I couldn't really make out an emotion. For the first time, I really noticed that his emotions were all just swirling underneath the red in the irises. His mask-like face wasn't really as blank-looking as I'd originally thought.

'You're a coward to try and act as though you are unbothered by whatever nightmare you were just experiencing.'

I stopped struggling, closing my eyes with a sigh of defeat. 'Not a nightmare. Just a memory.' My father's voice echoed in my head, and it felt as though he was still standing over me, eyes shining with madness and rage.

I pressed my face to Han's chest, silently letting the tears roll down my already wettened cheeks. His hand cupped the back of my head gently, holding me closely in a comforting way. It was strange to think that a few hours before, he'd been so cold. He felt so warm, so safe. A place where I could hide from anything. From everything. I firmly held onto him, my eyes shut tightly.

His cheek rested my head, a soft sigh escaping him again. I listened to his slow, rythmic breathing. 'Thank you Hans.' I relaxed, being lulled to sleep by his heartbeat.

He had no idea what time it was. He figured it was relatively early in the morning. Maybe the last hours of the night. It was hard to really tell when you were in a room underground. His eyes moved around, looking for a clock of some sorts. He sighed, deeply breathing in. The scent of lilacs drew him in, almost lulling him into a deep calm. The scent reminded him of basking in the sunlight that flittered through the dense trees. Of cool mornings when the dew had yet to disappear from the flowers. She smelled like...

Home...

She shifted, burying her face farther into his chest. His eyes moved down, looking at the soft brown hair cascading around the sheets and her face. His fingers slowly brushed some of the long hair out of her face. There were faint tracks on her face where her tears had been, eyelashes still slightly damp. She looked so much more... Child-like. Her normally cool, calculating face was replaced with a softened, more innocent look.

Her eyes twitched, tightening a little as her shoulders tensed. He pulled her close again, hoping to calm her mind somehow. She'd tried to deny anything was wrong, vaguely answering.

A memory.

Part of him wondered what exactly happened. But he knew she wouldn't have answered if he'd asked. She seemed hesitant to let him comfort her, much less tell him anything about the matter.

"Dad..." She whispered, shivering a little as she clutched onto him tighter. He sighed. Is she always plagued with nightmares?

She'd been muttering 'Dad' in her sleep earlier, waking him up. She started thrashing in her sleep, tears pouring from her eyes in her sleep. He grabbed her to still her, shaking her shoulders lightly. Her eyes shot open, wide and fearful. She looked truly scared of him for a moment, but a second later, her face relaxed.

He could tell he wasn't going to get much sleep while she was in the state she was in. He looked down at her face again.

'Find something to live for.' Her voice echoed in his mind. Resting his chin atop her head, trying to sooth the shivering, he stared at the stone wall. Live for something else... Her fingers curled, knuckles resting on his chest.

For a second, his mind seemed to slip into the surreal situation. He had survived the 'war' the Major had created. He had meant to die as the last of his kind. And then, this fraulein had walked up with the draculina and Sir Integra. She'd ushered the vampire with Integra. He knew she was different. But...

A werewolf?

In the last fifty years, they had been watching Hellsing, preparing. Why had they not known about the woman? His mind thought back to Schrodinger returning after the meeting with the Queen.

"Hey, Captain!" The boy smirked widely. He turned to look at the Warrant Officer, who was tailing him. "I can't wait for the attack! So many interesting foes we have. The Count, The Draculina, Integra Hellsing, and... The other one." The boy said cryptically, but he skipped past him, humming something.

He could feel his jaw muscles clench. Schrodinger had known... Hans looked back down at her. If I'm not the last of our kind... His thought trailed off as the girl stretched. Eyes fluttering open, she looked at him drowsily.

"Why... Are you awake..?" She yawned, slipping out of his arms successfully this time as he let her move away. She rubbed her eyes tiredly, trying to wake herself. He just watched silently as she pulled herself out of the bed, her feet dragging on the stone floor as she walked to her closet. She turned as she grabbed the clothes, looking at him. Her sleepy face sobered a little as she said, "Hey..." She paused, her face softening. "Thank you."

His chest felt oddly warm at the thanks. She smiled, and she walked into the bathroom to change.

Huh.

I yawned again as I slowly pulled my uniform on. I tried to think of our plans for today, but my thoughts kept drifting to Hans. It had been oddly comforting to know he was there throughout the night with me. I could almost still feel his embrace. I blushed a little, trying to put the thoughts behind me. It really had meant nothing more than just a small sign of comfort, but... It was a small step in the right direction.

And what direction is that?

I looked in the mirror, the warmth of my cheeks visable. I brushed the question off, deciding it was good that he didn't hate me, at least. Because if he did, it would make for many long, uncomfortable years ahead... As comrades.

I stepped out of the bathroom, noticing that the lights in the room had been turned on. I looked over at Hans, who had just finished the buttons on his coat. I noticed something metallic glinting on his hat. A pin, and below it was a symbol.

It was the Totenkopf. He seemed to notice my eyes on his hat, but made no move to remove it. He just turned and started walking towards the door. I followed behind, too distracted to really argue that I should be leading and not him as we walked out into the hall.

Totenkopf... The Totenkopf was an international symbol meaning 'death' or 'danger'. When translated from German to English, it meant 'head of a dead man'. It'd been worn by the 3rd SS Panzer Division in World War II.

The thought made me curious to his past. Besides knowing he was a German werewolf in Millennium's forces, I had no real knowledge beyond that, like why he'd joined Millennium or his background in war. I didn't even have an idea as to how old he might be.

He stopped suddenly, looking over at me. I paused as well, wondering what he wanted. That brought about the second thing that I'd been really curious about.

Why doesn't he speak?

I'd only known the werewolves from my pack as a child, but all of them spoke English well. He seemed well-versed in the language as well, but he never spoke a word, always using telepathy.

Is he mute? I comtemplated the thought, but it didn't sound right. He makes small noises occasionally that aren't the usual growl. I really had no idea whether or not mute people were capable of any sound at all. Before I could continue my internal comtemplation, his rough voice cut in, surprising me a little.

'Where is the cafeteria?'

I blinked. "The... Cafeteria?" I asked, thinking. We really didn't have a cafeteria. We had a large dining room where everyone ate together, but... The mansion was still in the process of being rebuilt in the places destroyed. The dining room had been relatively undamaged, but there really was no place to eat yet, and the staff was in the process of being replaced still.

The thought made me sad. So many innocent lives... I sighed. "We can try the dining room, but I'm not sure how much food we have left. We are expecting a shipment of food by the end of the week."

I lead the way to the kitchen, minding my steps in the weakened areas of the mansion. We'd already removed all the bodies from the halls. The funeral for them was to be held on Sunday. I was off in space when a voice snapped me from my thoughts.

"Hey."

I looked up, noticing a somber-looking Pip. His hands were buried in his pockets, his face weary. I waved. He sighed, pulling the cigarette from his lips and dropped it, putting the flame out on the charred carpet.

"So... This is him? I'd heard from Seras. The Captain of Millennium, eh?" He looked at Hans up and down. I could almost feel the muscle in Hans' jaw working. The French man shook his head. "You and I, wardog... We aren't so different. Just living for the next moment to die in battle." Pip chuckled, stepping past us.

"But, I'm finding it harder to risk my life with the Mignonette around." I turned to look at him. He was talking about Seras again. That poor man, letting that girl wrap him around her finger unintentionally.

He looked over his shoulder at Hans. "Harder to die when there is something to live for, don't you agree, wardog?" Pip turned his head, walking away. I found myself curious to his oddly vague statement. My eyes shot towards Hans, and I swore I saw his lip twitch into a smirk before going back to his normal mask.

He started walking away. I walked with him, speaking up, "The dining room is just up the hall and to the left. The stairs are on the right." He didn't reply, but I was starting to not expect a reply. I found my eyes wandering towards him. His face was blank, but I saw it again. That deep, swirling in his eyes.

'What?'

I looked away quickly. "It's nothing, just... Aren't you going to remove... Those pins?" His eyes darted towards me for a second before returning to the hallway in front of us.

'Are you saying I should be embarrassed for what I did?' His voice was dark, intimidating. Challenging me to argue. I looked away, replying, 'Are you embarrassed? Is that why you wanted to die? To pay for your sins?'

I noticed his originally graceful movements became a little more stiff. I continued, 'You could have just disappeared into the night, escaped. Why did you come here?'

'Enough.'

'I mean, you could have lived peacefully off in Germany, far-'

'I said enough!' Before I could react, I was pinned to the wall, one hand wrapped around my wrists, the other gripping my shoulder. He leaned in close, a low, deep growl vibrating out of his chest. I could feel my heart racing in my head, but I kept my face calm, unfazed.

'I was promised death. You stole away my glorious death... Why? Why did you save me!?' He demanded, his face getting even closer. I could feel his breath on my face. Why is my heart so loud in my head?

"I... I..." I stuttered, trying to think of a reason. Why did I save him? He was the enemy. He wanted to die. Why? I stared into his eyes, searching for the answer to his question. I found myself entranced by the dark red irises, unending and smooth. His grip on my wrists tightened, and he moved in slowly, our faces almost close enough to touch. 'Why... Did you save me?' His voice in my head was lower, but less loud. I wondered if he could hear my heart as I inhaled sharply.

Up close like this... He's...

"I..." His face was getting closer. I was struggling to control my breathing. His eyes were half open, his face oddly relaxed. He inhaled deeply, his eyes closing completely as his cheek brushed my jaw. He sighed, pressing his nose to my neck.

My face felt like it was on fire. He's so... Close... I inhaled, the scent of pine forests and masculinity strongly radiating from him. I closed my eyes, inhaling again. He... Smells so... I felt his face nuzzling my neck. My legs were trembling underneath me, threatening to buckle.

What's...Happening..Wh... My chest was growing increasingly warm, wrapping around my core. And then, it felt like something was tugging at my very center, like the warmth had grabbed me tightly in its fingers. The force was pulling me into Hans, closer and closer to him. My eyes shot open. I can't... Control... I couldn't pull my wrists from him, or even struggle against him.

His body had gotten closer, his broad shoulders now blocking out everything around us. His hot breath on my neck was driving my senses over the edge. It felt oddly euphoric...But...But everything was wrong.

Something... I need to do something!

"Hans!" I called out, hoping for some reaction as my voice grew a full octave higher than before at his touch. He paused for a moment, his breath hitching as his grip on my wrists loosened. And he inhaled again.

"Hans..?" His whole body shuddered and trembled at the sound of my wavering voice, a soft noise coming out of his mouth as his grip tightened around my wrists once again, tighter than last time.

I struggled, desperately trying to move, to pull away. My body ignored my commands, instead pressing against the Captain, his body burning in warmth even through the thick M42 greatcoat. He hummed in approval when my neck forcefully craned to one side against my will, giving him more access to the nook between my shoulder and neck. I gasped as his teeth grazed my neck, as if searching for something. He stopped at the beginning of the hollow point in my collarbone. He seemed to be readying himself for whatever came next as his canine pressed down slowly, closer and closer to puncturing the skin.

God, It's no use... I can't stop him... Someone... Help!

"Katya? Katya, we need to get going to London for clean-up!" A voice called down the hall, soft footsteps following. I recognized Seras, calling from the stairs, almost in view of us. Please God don't let her see this. "Katya? Is the Captain with you?" She was so close to rounding the corner of the stairs.

Hans whole body tensed, his grip painful on my wrists as he froze, canine still pressing softly into my neck. He pulled back at an agonizingly slow pace, looking up at me. His eyes were wide as he locked gazes with me. He was breathing heavy, as if waking up from a nightmare.

Shock. Confusion...Fear?

He dropped me as if I'd burned him, turning away. His face grew blank again. I leaned against the wall, looking down at the soft bruising around my wrists. They didn't hurt; they would be gone within the next hour. I exhaled as if I'd held my breath the past few minutes. My heart was beating like I'd been fighting for my life the past few minutes.

I looked back up at him. He was standing on the other side of the hall, avoiding eye contact. I opened my mouth to ask what the hell just happened, but Seras' voice interrupted, "Hello Captain. Hi Kat!" She seemed blissfully unaware of my rapid heartbeat or the awkward feeling hanging in the air.

"H-Hey." I managed a small smile. She smiled brightly back, asking, "What were you two doing just standing here in the hallway? You didn't come to breakfast either." She seemed slightly concerned. I just shook my head.

"It's fine, we were just late to wake up." I casually lied. She nodded, her face dimming as she said, "Well, Integra wanted me to come get you guys. We have more cleaning up to do." She seemed saddened at the thought, and I could sympathize. Millions of people were dead. Buildings destroyed. London didn't even look like a husk of the former city, it was in such terrible condition.

"Yeah. Let's go." I said, walking with Seras. It was a good twenty seconds before I heard Hans' footsteps following us. Part of me wanted to demand what he'd been doing a few minutes ago, and why, but Seras kept me distracted with conversation the whole way to London.

I glanced back at Hans, whose face seemed trained on the ground in front of him. He seemed to be staying a good distance from me. I found myself slightly glad of the space between us. But I couldn't push the thought of the way he pinned me as if he had no control over himself, as if some force had overtaken him. The way I couldn't fight back, as if I had no control over my body, like I was under someone or something's control as well.

What happened back there?

I had originally planned to have more things happening in this chapter, but it got a little longer than I'd planned.

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