A/N THIS IS WRITTEN WITH THE PERMISSION OF MSLCAT

Hello, all! This is a re-write of chapter one of Curious George. I looked back and realized all the mistakes and improvements I could make, especially to grammar and description. Therefore I decided to update the first few chapters.

The full moon was a deep glowing red that set the golden "sun" glasses ablaze. The heavy smell of blood and decaying flesh washed over the small lazy town like the incoming tide and made Alucard grin.

"This is a perfect night for a hunt," The no-life king growled, mirthful hunger making him lick his lips.

His long red coat swayed in the chilly wind. He tipped his wide hat back, looking down over the town. Tonight was perfect. It was the kind of night that screamed 'playtime'. Alucard Nosferatu, the king of vampires, silently made his way through the ravaged town. He had one mission to complete, one order to obey...Search and destroy.

He grinned, stepping over a crushed leg. He whistled merrily, his head bobbing slightly in tune to music only he could hear. He loped along through the destroyed town and sighed. Walls were crumbing from being destroyed, as things or rather bodies had been thrown through them. Windows were broken and blood still dripped from their broken panes. And bodies, so many bodies littered the empty streets. His target was rather messy, weren't they? He kicked a skull in his path, making it bounce like a pebble across a brook, as he moved along. He glanced down at the severed limbs and drained corpses littering the ground. Such a mess.

"A regular feast, wasn't it?" Alucard muttered, shaking his head in disappointment.

Stupidity always drained some of his good mood. Why did these monsters have to be so... so... childish? They always left a mess when they ate and they never ever were smart enough to be subtle. Alucard snickered in morbid delight as images of the murder and destruction of this town ran through his mind. Suddenly, the large grey brick building loomed in front of him and he cocked his head. The thick ivy crawling along the cracked, dull, and crumbling brick wall gave the place an aged sort of elegance. A sign swayed, creaking eerily in the wind. Founders Home for Orphaned Children. The windows were sparklingly clean and without a single crack or board covering them. The wide lawn was a lush green and well kept, although barren. Alucard leaned against the sign and waited, tapping his heavy boot clad foot.

"An orphanage, how cliché." His fangs peered out over his thin lips, flashing in the bright moon-light. "Funny that they should destroy the town, but leave this orphanage intact. I wonder what their business was here."

There was the "cheerful" scene of a massacre all around him. The strong smell of blood assaulted him as he waited for the 'fun' to begin. He would have plenty of time to enjoy the scenery and dinner after he finished his job. The silence was interrupted by the gurgling and moaning of the undead coming back to life. Alucard upholstered his Jackal and waited for his targets to rise.

'She has guts whoever she is.' Alucard thought, sliding an extended clip into his pistol. His Casull joined it in his other hand mere seconds later.

She was so open about what she was doing, so bold. She was feeding the children to the ghouls. Yes, a she, males never bothered with children; especially here, with all the young lovelies in the surrounding town. After all he saw parts of them all over the place. Young women were infinitely more useful and far more "pleasurable" in his book.

A glittery red eye glared over the round gold glasses. There it stood, the elegant old orphanage turned undead cafeteria. It had probably been a good one during its prime.

'You always let your opponent make the first move' he thought calmly waiting for the first wave.

The groans and writing of the more intact corpses got louder and then it came. Ghoul after ghoul rose from the drained corpses around him. Alucard unleashed hell with his Jackal, silver bullets shells raining as he fired. The gruesome damned souls limped towards him to only be cut down, and turned to dust, by a bite from his Jackal. Alucard circled with undead speed before he flipped up and stood on the roof. Dropping his spent clips, he slammed more into place and fired. When the dust settled, he dropped to the ground and kicked open the ornate wooden doors of the orphanage. He yawned dramatically, stretching as he glanced into the dark building.

"That was a nice warm up. Now on to the main event."

The dark empty entryway greeted him coldly. Pulling the slide on the Jackal, Alucard chambered a round and stalked down the hallway. The screams of frightened children guided him through the corridors and down the stairs to the cellar. Their screams grew louder as he phased through the heavy steel door to their prison chamber.

"So, you're the one causing all this trouble, huh?" Alucard chuckled, as he trained his gun on the female holding a struggling blonde baby.

The child screamed and flailed as the F.R.E.A.K held her. Alucard was impressed. Unlike the other children, she wasn't cowering or screaming in fear to be saved. She was fighting the best she could with what she had. Snarling at Alucard, the female freak dropped the child into an empty barrel. Alucard sighed before he fired twice. The shots thundered through the small cellar, causing the children to start screaming and crying even louder in their tiny iron cages. The wild eyed vampress slashed at Alucard with her long un-manicured nails, managing to flip the barrel over in her assault. Alucard danced around her claws ducking and fading her every blow.

"You are toying with me, aren't you, you bastard?" she snarled, leaping back to avoid a silver bullet to the head. The bullet grazed by her face, stinging like hell and drawing blood. She reached up and touched her face. She was bleeding. She was actually bleeding. And for the first time, she actually was afraid. She dropped back and sank into a defensive mode. Eying him warily and awaiting his next move.

"Of course," Alucard said shrugging. "You're nothing more than a plaything. You don't even deserve the name vampire. Look at you, feeding children to ghouls. You don't even understand their value."

The screaming of the children grew louder as The No-Life King called his hell hordes from the shadows. Every nightmare and every dark dream that the children ever had was coming true. There were monsters in the world. The children screamed, covered their eyes, and prayed to God for it all to stop as they shouted for someone to save them, take them home, and make the bad monsters go away. The world seemed to take on a surrealness as the walls seemed to quiver and quake. The walls rippled and eyes seemed to appear out of nowhere to stare at the female F.R.E.A.K. Then four giant dogs, with six eyes each, melted out of the walls, stretching it like stiff rubber. They growled and snapped ferociously as they melted from the shadows at his command.

"You see, I am a real vampire and you are nothing more than a F.R.E.A.K." With a snap of his gloved fingers, the beasts from hell were unleashed and tore the pathetic excuse for a monster to shreds. "Pathetic!" He spat, watching her be devoured by his beasts. She screamed her heart and lungs out as she was shredded to death by the demon dogs.

The children in the cages all cringed and turned away at the sight. 'Smart little humans, aren't' they?' They shivered and cowered as the bloodcurdling screams of his enemy became silence. The wet gnashing sounds of the dogs ripping her up soon quieted and she was nothing more than a smear of blood on the floor now to be licked away by his dogs. He grew bored with these false abominations. He grew tired of them pretending to be anything more than cheap copies. He pulled out a cellular phone and dialed the familiar number of his master.

"Alucard?" Integra said, her calm expectant tone carrying over the line clear as a bell. "I take it your mission is complete?" Sir Integra Hellsing twirled the curling cord of her antique phone on her wide mahogany desk around her finger.

"Yes, Master, it is complete. All that remains is dealing with the surviving children."

"I see. Alucard, you are to gather them all together and put them to sleep with your enchantment. They can be relocated when the clean up team arrives."

"Understood, Master, I will comply."

"Good. You are to return as soon as the clean up team arrives."

"Yes, Master."

Alucard flipped the fiddly phone closed and stalked up to the cages. He grinned widely at the children cowering in corners and their backing away from him. He pulled off his golden glasses and his blazing erd eyes drew each childs gaze to him. He captured their eyes as they looked to him to be let out of their cages. His eyes flashed red and all of the young eyes widened before they grew heavy with sleep. Soon, under his gaze, each child swayed before sinking down to the stone floor of their cages snoring. It was as if a lullaby was drowning them and one by one they were out. Then, leaving the cages, he sat on the barrel crossing his long legs and waited for the cleanup team. Suddenly, the silence was split by an ear splitting shriek.

"Hm, I forgot about the little snack in the barrel." He easily stood up and flipped over the barrel. The tiny wailing blonde glared up at him from her looked right at him and Alucard laughed. "You're a noisy little thing, aren't you?"

Alucard grabbed her, pulling her out of the barrel and holding her up before him.

She narrowed her little blue eyes at him and seemed to hiss at him. She slammed her tiny fist into his arms and glared at him again. She babbled in irritation as he refused to put her down. He laughed at her little tantrum, the little thing raging against him furiously and futilely. She bit his arm, gumming it with a rightous fury as she battered at him with her baby fist.

"What are you thinking?" Alucard asked the tiny yellow headed tornado wailing at him with her baby babbling. He peered into her mind and he laughed.

It was a mirage of colors and shapes. The uncontrolled imaginations swirled dizzily around in her head. But there was something there. A tall man in a yellow hat with bright red eyes glared at the little face of a doll with yellow hair.

"So I'm the man in the yellow hat, am I little one? So does that make you … my little monkey? Alright then, since I'm the man in the hat, you are Curious George." The grubby little baby girl glared at Alucard before returning to pounding his arms with her tiny baby fist. "Hahahahah, you are quite the little fighter, aren't you, George?" George, as she was now called, started crying again when Alucard laughed at her. "Shhh little monkey, you are an amusing little creature." Alucard said, as he watched the little picture story of the baby's mind.

The little blonde doll grew to giant size and chased the man in the big yellow doll stepped on him and the man in the big hat cried as the doll stood vitoriously over him. Soon George stopped her wailing and stared at the laughing giant that was Alucard. She babbled angrily at him her little brow furrowing and her pretty blue eyes narrowing.

"So you want to fight my little monkey? I will give you the chance. You are coming with me. You're something special. An amusing little creature indeed."

He cradled the baby against his cold body and with a fangy grin dripping with insanity, he stepped into the shadows when he heard the sirens of the Wild Geese's vans arriving. Soon he stepped out of a similar pool of shadow into the corner of his master's office.

"Alucard, you're back." Integra said, scribbling at the large pile of paperwork she was finishing. "You did well tonight," Sir Integra stated. She pushed her glasses up higher on her nose and looked up. "Uhm, what are you holding?"

"This," Alucard said, holding out the baby by the threadbare collar of her jumper. "Is George. I am keeping her."

"YOU WILL DO NO SUCH THING!!" Integra shouted, startling George into screaming at the top of her lungs again.

"Now look what you did, Master, you broke her," Alucard teased, still holding the shrieking blonde baby. He held her out towards Integra by the collar of her filthy one piece jammies. "Take responsibility."

"I did no such thing! Now, Alucard, shut her up until we have found the proper place for her!" Integra covered her ears, trying to drown out the hellish screaming.

"Master, you are a woman, this is much more up your alley." Alucard snickered, holding the still bawling George out towards her by the collar of her ratty top.

Integra's eyes went wide behind her round-rim glasses and her mouth opened to protest, but no words would leave it. Luckily, she was rescued by Walter bursting into her office.

"What in God's name is this?" Walter asked, covering his ears against the barrage of sound.

He stepped forward, grabbing the baby from Alucard's careless grip. He held her to his shoulder and rocked her gently. The gentle swaying and his soft voice soon had her banshee wail subsiding.

"Thank you, Walter." Integra said, relief coloring her cheeks a faint pink. She knew she would have died if she'd had to listen to that screaming much longer.

"May I ask why Alucard was strangling a child?" Walter said, still rocking the blisfully quiet George gently.

"Alucard wants to keep her," Integra muttered. She glared at the ancient vampire somehow managing to look innocent in this affair. "I cannot even begin to think of all the ways that this is a bad idea."

"Well, honestly, it is not such a bad idea. Think of it, Sir Integra." Walter patted George's back softly and she gurgled happily. "You are under pressure from the knights to provide an heir, aren't you?"

"Yes, but how is this little banshee going to help?" She asked, turning her eyes back to the little girl. "She's not mine."

"She can be your heir. This little banshee, as you call her, can be of great use to you in the future." Walter smiled gently at the sleeping baby in his arms. George drooled on his sleeve, snoring slightly as he swayed her.

"I'm sure her parents are hunting for her by now. Alucard, take her home. Now!" Integra ordered, sitting back down at her desk. She waited a few seconds only to see Alucard hadn't moved an inch.

"Alucard, I told you to take her home."

"Master," Alucard said. "She is home. Where else am I supposed to take her? She was one of the orphans that were being fed to the ghouls."

"So you think I could adopt her and pass her off as my daughter? Do you honestly think this will work?" Integra asked, pondering the idea. It would be nice to have this 'heir' business behind her.

"Yes, she could be the next leader of the Hellsing organization," Walter stated.

"There is no way that they'll accept a non-blood child as my heir." Integra argued, grabbing one of her thin Silverette brand cigars.

Walter turned a very wise deceitful grin to his employer. He smiled, saying, "They don't have to know, do they? The last meeting was well over a year ago. Alucard has been successfully keeping things in order so one has not been necessary. Therefore, if this is done properly, you can trick them."

"Who will be her father then," Integra asked. "This plan won't work without plausible parents. I have no man, and they know it."

"I will," Alucard said, his red eyes glittering mischievously. "I would very much like to see this amusing little human grow up. She is rather like you master."

"This is true, Sir Integra. She even has the same color hair and your wild streak. I think her eyes are even close to your color."

"Perhaps." Integra said, shrugging in defeat. Tomorrow I will call children's services and see; but I doubt the queen or the other knights will allow it," she told them, lighting her cigar.

"What they don't know will not hurt them." Walter joked, handing George back to Alucard.

"Well, my little George, you are going to be fun." Alucard smiled, his fangs glinting, as he thought about raising a child with Integra.

"George," Both Integra and Walter asked together. They both had twin looks of confused awe as they gawked at him in surprise.

"You did call this baby a she, didn't you?" Integra wondered when Alucard's brain had chosen to leave. "You're not calling her George, are you?"

"Of course." Alucard said, contentedly making scary faces at George. "If I am the man in the yellow hat, then she is my little monkey, George."

Both other inhabitants of the room blanched and stared at him. Walter actually wiped his monocle and stifled a cough.

"Whatever, just deal with her for the night. We'll see what happens in the morning." Integra decreed, returning to her paperwork.

"Yes Master," Alucard beamed, before melting away George in his arms.

He re-materialized in the gloomy stone chamber that served as his room. He easily pulled a black crib out of the shadows and he laid her in it. Almost instantly, she awoke and started screaming.

"What lungs, you're not winded yet? Are you a howler monkey George?" Alucard laughed, as he simply stared her down. "You only want attention, huh."

He had gained much patience over the centuries that he had lived through. So he just stood there, and waited for her to and realize that bawling would not get her the attention she wanted. She soon quieted down and then her bawling became quiet whimpering, then and only then, did he pick her up. He set her against his chest as he easily returned to resting in his chair.

George leaned happily against him and sucked her thumb. Alucard just looked at her and raised an eyebrow.

"George, hunters do not suck their thumbs." He pulled her thumb out of her mouth, punishing her with a thump on her hand.

She just glared at him angrily and put her thumb back in her mouth. Alucard to actually picture her huffing defiantly before she did it. Alucard then growled at her, a deep rumbling sound full of promised pain.. George just stared back at him and then slowly took her thumb out of her mouth. She looked sheepish and actually bowed her head apologetically.

"That's better. And no bed wetting either. If you pee on me, I'm feeding you to my hell hounds. You'd make excellent kibble."

George just ignored his threat and laid down upon his chest. She snuggled against him and soon she was asleep. Amused by her reactions to him, Alucard, the ancient vampire, soon fell asleep too.

HELLSING HELLSING HELLSING

Soon, a few hours after sunrise to be exact, a strange pulling sensation awakened him. It wasn't painful. It was more of a nuisance. It was sort of like when your clothes felt too tight. When Alucard's red eyes opened he knew what had happened. While he had slept, he had become intangible and George had fallen inside of him. A gloved had shot into the black hole that was his chest and he pulled her out. She came out wide eyed and nearly hysterical, but she was not crying. She glared out at him defiantly. She shivered and she was ghostly pale but she was silent. She babbled and Alucard knew it was the baby version of a cursing fit. She twitched and shivered, barely lucid, as Alucard held her tightly in his arms.

"My, what a brave little monkey you are, George. It's a miracle that you survived. You were just given your first view of hell, how was it?"

The little girl glared at him, her eyes flashing a vivid anger and seemed to even spark red. He stood cradling the baby in one of his arms. He opened the door to his cellar and climbed the steep stone stairway into the brightly lit hallway of Hellsing manor. He winced in the harsh light and he made his golden glasses appeared over his eyes.

"Alucard, what is that ungodly smell?" Integra demanded, covering her nose as he entered her office. Walter was pouring her tea and his wise old eyes turned instantly to George.

"It is her, Sir Integra. She needs a bath and you need to make the proper arrangements if you truly intend to keep her." Walter grabbed George from Alucard after he rested the gilded tea cup on the edge of Integra's desk. He was almost out the door with her heading for the bathroom when Alucard spoke.

"Well, Walter, I never pictured as the type to like children." The vampire muttered, a maniacally amused grin on his face.

"I raised Sir Integra as a child when her father was sick. Besides, I have a soft spot for children, Sir."

"You are mellowing in your old age, Sir Dollneaz." Alcuard said, a deep chuckle making the humans in the room, excluding George, shiver. The baby just giggled with her new father.

Walter looked back with a knowing smile.

"I can still be of service, you old demon."

"Well said, my old friend." Alucard nodded as Walter exited the lavish office, bouncing George as he headed toward the nearest bathroom. "So Master, will our daughter be allowed to stay?"

"Yes, for now; but I am not cut out to be a mother, at least not right now."

"Is Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing, the Iron Maiden, afraid of a mere baby?"

"ALUCARD, YOU LIMEY BASTARD!!" She shrieked before a gunshot rang out through the mansion. Alucard faded away with a knowing grin.

"Georgey, don't worry your parents fight all the time. It'll be okay. You get used to it, after a while." Walter cooed at little George. She smiled and splashed in the sink gurgling happily as Walter rinsed her hair.

HELLSINGHELLSING

Alucard reappeared in the bathroom where Walter was giving George her bath. He watched slightly amused by the old butler's care of the new arrival. He spoke gently to her and lovingly. He was like a grandfather. George seemed happy too and playfully splashed in her bath.

"Things will certainly be interesting for now won't they?" The elegant ancient demon whispered, as he watched his little monkey get a bath.

George's platinum blonde hair sticking to her head and her insanely adorable giggles made Walter smile. George stared up as the light reflected off of Walter's monocle.

"AHHHH," she gurgled, grabbing the sparkly piece of glass. She looked through it, putting it over her eye like she'd seen Walter do. It made everything wavey and funny. It made things look so far away. Then, just like all babies, she stuck it in her mouth and started chewing on it.

"Give that back, little one. I need it." Walter requested, a light chuckled making his demand seem like a joke. George pouted when he took the slender piece of glass back from her. It was pretty and shiny. She reached for it again but Walter leaned back and George looked like she had lost a friend.

"Nope." Walter said, rubbing more shampoo into George's hair.

"I look forward to see what you will become, my little Curious George."