She followed her feet down the hall of the basement to the very last cell. She was disgusted at how needy she felt, but it couldn't be helped. She was a demon, she couldn't ignore her heat, and he was the closest thing to a demon residing in this house. No, not a demon, he was far more evil. Her loins burned with anticipation as she opened the door.

He was still up, sitting in his chair opposite the entrance to this cell. It was as if he was waiting for her to come to him, legs crossed hands folded together in his lap. Though his eyes were hidden behind his trade mark red sunglasses, she could tell he was watching her. She growled as his masculine scent assaulted her nose, causing her loins to throb with need. A wide white grin spread across his face, he had smelled her heat no doubt and just realized what it meant for him.

She snarled under her breath, she wanted nothing more then to wipe that smug smile from his face but her blood demanded she mate with a more powerful male and he was the most powerful.

"...Alucard..." she purred. "...I...I need you..."

"That's your new home" the British social worker smiled. But the child wasn't paying attention. Her thoughts swam with blood, which proceded to make her stomach gurgle.

"Are you hungry, dear? Don't you fret, it won't be much longer now..."

The girl lifted her blood red gaze to the woman's neck, each artery and blood vessel of her circulatory system was open to her talented gaze. How tempted she was to lean forward and dig her fangs into the woman's plump flesh...

Her chance was lost when the car stopped and the woman got out, she opened the rear door, beginning to unfasten her car seat. The woman's neck lay completely exposed, mere inches from the child's hungry mouth...But she had lost interest, her fancies were passing, even when hungry. As the social worker set her down on the ground, the girl looked at her new home for the first time.

It was a very large mansion, nothing like what she was accustomed to.

"Come along, dear" the plump woman smiled taking her hand to lead her up the stairs. Though the child was very small, she climbed them with ease, having to stop and wait for the older woman.

"...Children today...so active..." she sighed, struggling to catch her breath. She took the girl's hand again as she rang the doorbell, the girl went rigid. A tingly feeling had suddenly taken hold of her, it only got stronger when the butler opened the door. He was the elderly man, with a monocle, not interesting enough to hold the girl's attention for long.

"Can I help you?" he asked.

"...Yes, I am Mrs. Mary Wright with child services and I would like to have a chat with your employer"

"...Indeed...please come in" the man beckoned. The tingling got stronger, so much so, that the girl shivered.

"...don't worry, dear, there's nothing to be afraid of..." Mrs. Wright patted her hand reassuringly. But she wasn't afraid, quite the contrary, she was excited. This strange tingling aura awoke every nerve in her small body, beckoning her to it.

"..Sir Integra, there is a woman from social services here to see you" Walter called.

"Social Services?"

"Yes, mum"

"...very well send her in"

Mrs. Wright looked taken aback to find a woman seated at the desk, smoking a cigar.

"...Can I help you?" Integra asked.

"...Forgive me, mum...there must be some mistake...I was told that this child's father resided at this address" she began, going over the information on her clipboard. Integra looked behind the woman, impassively.

"What child?"

Mrs. Wright looked around, the girl was indeed nowhere to be found.

"...That's odd...I had hold of her hand not moments ago..." she said her voice sounding panicked.

The child walked down the long hallway of the basement, the aura was strongest down there. The pungent smell of blood flavored the air, making her mouth water. The tingling aura and the delicious scent led her to the last cell at the end of the hall. She put her tiny hands to the the iron door, giving it the smallest of nudges. The door flew open clattering loudly against the wall.

She gazed into the dark room, her skilled eyes catching someone sitting in the chair.