A/N: Drum roll please... YES it is the SECOND installment of BLOOD AND FIRE! My first fic and this one is the fifth. A long time in coming but here it is! Old questions will be answered. New ones will pop up. The lovely Timeghost823 will be my BETA for this Volume.

BN: Yes it's true we're back. You may squeal like little girls now. Looking forward to this newest installment of B&F, of course it would be easier to beta this if my boyfriend would stop nibbling on me all the time, oh well.

Note: I'm only going to say this once. I apologize in advance for any language or ethnicity that I may butcher. I get most of my translations and info online and know they are far from perfect.

Second Note: This Fic is mainly Hellsing but there is some leakage later on of another Fandom for which I will not disclose at this time. Adding it solved some issues, and well I like. You may voice a guess if you like. I did not put it in crossovers because it is less than 20% of this fic overall.

Disclaimer: I Do not own Hellsing or any other characters that I did not originally make up. Nor do I make a penny off any of this.

Chapter 1 A New Development

Outskirts of London. Jan 8 2009

Newly fallen snow crinkled under military standard black boots as she made her way to the large unassuming brown barn before her. Deep red hair whipped and whorled behind well trained ears and piercing determined blue eyes. The thick locks sailed freely as did the ends of her faux-fur coat at her knees. Her blade slid effortlessly out of it's resting place just at her hip. The soft *sssssttt* of metal on metal pleased her ears as she released her weapon of choice to the clean winter air around her. A few snowflakes twirled around it as if awed by the exterminator's shiny clean but deadly tool. Such a tool rarely remains clean for long. Her bare hand gripped firmly at the hilt as her eyes flickered briefly at the waning light of the west where the sun had not long made it's silent goodbye to the day before focusing fully on the barn's side door that was creaking half open somewhat from the easterly winds.

She licked her dry lips for possibly the tenth time since hopping off the van parked a half mile back. She noted the large window overhead the main double doors that was typical of barns. It was heavily boarded up as was the double doors, no doubt to keep any light from filtering in, as well as to keep a large mass of men from charging into the place and making quick work of whomever resided within. It was one of the reasons she was sent in rather than the usual group of soldiers, not that she minded. She rather liked to ply her sword as well as the ever increasing list of moves she learned each day. Her heart beat excitedly and nervously behind her breasts. She would see her faster than normal exhales but the wind blew them away before the puffy little clouds formed. However she could feel the adrenaline begin its trickle through her system. At this moment she sympathized with her other half's pleasure in the anticipation of a coming fight.

"Alright," she breathed, 'Slow and confident. There is just one, and a report of a dozen ghouls and most lacking artillery. No problem.' Her lips quirked into a wide grin and her eyes narrowed. 'Strike fear into the hearts of freaks' she thought happily to herself and approached the one accessible entrance. Her free hand planted on the door and pushed it inward, forcing it all the way open. Its rusty hinges creaked loudly alerting anyone inside of her intrusion, not that it mattered, most blood suckers could smell her coming a mile away. And, just to be extra obnoxious about her presence she bellowed "Honey! I'm home!" into the darkened building.

The delightful collection of moans, groans, and what sounded like half swallowed gurgles returned her greeting.

"Ah," she called out. "The kids are hungry!" Even though it was too dark to really see anything, she could easily sense the eleven ghouls on the ground floor of the barn, and two positioned beside the freak up in the loft. They did not feel like the normal nosferatu or freaks for they did not possess auras or give her that little tickle in the back of the head. Instead ghouls were like voids in space with her sixth sense and they broad casted the slightest echo of the controlling vampire's mental energy she had to guess. She did not know what else to call that but never had the opportunity to explore it further as she was busy killing said vampire and minions, which the red haired woman was now implementing.

Armed with the whereabouts of her targets which started coming at her recklessly, she sliced at will into the barn. Her blade first tasted an outreached hand before flowing nearly effortlessly with its trajectory through a fleshy neck. It sliced between the fifth and sixth vertebrae making it an easy cut. The ghoul to the right made a grab at her sword wielding arm but the continued arch of her swing continued through that ones neck as well. When the first two puddled to light grey ash she twirled further into the room and stabbed the next one though the heart. The two up in the loft began shooting at her with hunting riffles. She dodged to the far side of the room cutting down another ghoul in the process. She slid slightly to a stop, seeing as the ground was a bit wet and quite probably icy, just under the threesome in the loft and beside a support beam. The exterminator was now safely out of range of bullets for the moment. The seven remaining threats on the ground clambered toward her new location. Luckily for her they weren't the fastest of foes.

With her eyes focused on the dilapidated band of seven her left hand busted into a concentrated ball of blue flame and grabbed at the vertical beam. An area of six inches of wood around her hand dissolved to ash in seconds and the floor above her creaked and groan without the support. Flickering flames cast ghostly light over the drooling, mindless beings before her before extinguishing her fire as quickly as she lit it. With a twist of her wrist she sliced outward from her body and used forward momentum to add to the force as well as get out from under the soon to be unavailable second floor. Her blade caught just under the chin of the next unfortunate ghoul and continued forward through the smelly group knocking down two in her effort to get away from the ever increasing groans and cracks of timber. The freak moved off by then finding a more stable corner to crouch in.

The two armed ghouls remained where they were continuing to reload and fire their riffles. One bullet managed to hit her left arm and she stumbled face first into some foul smelling earth. The swords-woman wanted to gag but had impending pain to her backside should she remain still for any amount of time. So she rolled her body just before a few more bullets embedded into the sullied dirt where she was a second prior. Getting to her knees she employed one of her bedtime mate's favorite moves and shoved her left hand, although for her it had to be on fire to work, through a decaying chest cavity while simultaneously thrusting her sword into the heart of another dead creature. Both dissolved to ash. Hearing the riffles reload once more she shot out a fireball at the feet of the armed ghouls and with that the weighted section of the loft came down in earnest.

The ghouls stopped moving toward the female intruder and instead backed off. The vampire in the corner hopped down to the floor, gaited toward her, and stopped five yards before her. She stood quickly aiming her trusty sword at him.

"What are you?" He asked in a raspy voice. He sounded German but the woman could not be sure.

She replied tartly. "It's about time you asked. You don't even let a girl in edgewise to introduce herself. The name's Phoenix and I'm gonna burn you to hell!"

"Ah, the other one that works for Hellsing. I suppose you be an artificial creation like me. Such hypocrisy roams!"

"Hey! I'm all natural buddy!" She waved her sword at him which started to lick with flames along the blade's top. "Come closer I'll show ya how it works!"

"If you insist." The freak murmured before moving so fast to appear right behind her. The flaming woman twisted out of reach just before he could grab her head. He grabbed at her coat instead and tore the back part right off her back.

"Hey I needed that!" She yelled then burned off the now useless sleeves from her body. It left her with only a blue tank top to cover her curvaceous torso and perky breasts; from the cold obviously.

He replied "the soon to be dead do not need to be so adorned." She smirked in agreement and flung a large ball of blue fury right at his chest. It obliterated the button shirt he wore like flannel dipped in gasoline and singed a good quantity of flesh. He paused to frown at his chest then narrowed small red eyes at her. A fist came at her so quickly it knocked her clear across the barn's interior. She landed on a soft, squishy mass with hard bits digging into her back with a fresh array of repugnant gases escaping forth making the woman's face cringe at the possibilities. God, she hated the smell of rotting meat. blood trickled out her nose from the blow and she hissed at the freak for putting her into the smelly predicament.

"Why can't you freaks ever clean up after yourselves!" She spat as she got back on her feet. Her opponent decided to lunge a woolly looking carcass at her then. The thing splattered at the wall barely missing her and added superbly to the stench of the first dead mass.

To say the woman was not happy about that she charged at the fiend sword blazing. She managed to cut off a limb in her rage and spun about to remove its twin. The ghouls did nothing but drool blankly at the fighting pair. He hissed in pain at the chard nub that remained of his left arm. It was not healing back as he had hoped and the freak went into a rage of his own. He spat something in German while swiping at her chest. The sharpened nails grazed her skin but her focus was on his neck which was in perfect alignment with her sword. His anger made him careless and her implement of blessed steel and silver cut cleanly through. The freaks eyes seem to pop out in shock before the phoenix's flames ate his entire flesh into ash.

The remaining ghouls collapsed and *poofed* softly into their own piles of nothingness. She wiped the collected exertion off her forehead with the back of her right hand which still held her sword. It seemed the only "clean" spot on her body at the moment. Now without the malevolent vibes to bounce off her and align her mental radar it was truly dark in the barn. Even with her sword lit like a torch and heading for the door the woman still managed to slip and fall onto something that was as equally offensive to her nose as everything else she seemed fall on in the befouled barn. She muttered a heated curse and finally made her way out of the building.

"Oie, jeez Blue did ya have to make a mess of it?" The lieutenant in charge of the squad that accompanied her to the infested property scrunched his nose at her.

"Its not my fault these undead leave their food half eaten." Annabel said breathing heavily through her mouth. She couldn't wait to jump into a shower, scrub herself silly, and douse her body with the cleansing power of lemon juice. "Can you radio Integra and tell her the target has been blessedly silenced?"

He shook his head. "You know she likes us to report to her directly."

"Fine, just hold the radio to my ear. I don't feel like touching anything but a bar of soap right now, and I doubt she wants to smell me in person." The lieutenant turned a knob and held the communication device toward Annabel's less than clean hair.

One of the other soldiers guffawed. "I think She'll be able to smell you from here."

Annabel growled. "Shut it Winston! Or I'll make ya eat beets for a month!" Said man snapped his mouth closed knowing full well she can carry out such threats.

"It seems the Spaz has discovered a new aroma." A familiar male voice cut into the radio speaker. It hinted of mirth.

"The same goes for you Red!" Hissed back. A proud but slightly irritated Englishwoman's voice entered the radio next.

"Annabel what is your report?"

Annabel took a calming breath. "The Freak and the thirteen ghouls are dust in the wind, sir. I saw no human bodies, just… livestock."

"Good work Annabel… and use the barracks shower… if you have the need." Integra concluded.

"Yes Sir Integra," She grinned softly "Annabel out."

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A few days later and after Annabel had removed all traces of a hell bound slaughter house from her person and cornered the market on lemon juice things were quiet in London. Annabel had been officially dubbed the Hellsing chef. Currently she pureed tomatoes and carrots for a nice vitamin rich drink.

Three month's had past since Anderson had stormed the manor in search for Alucard's head and the traitor found out. Because of tenuous relations with the Iscariots Sir Integra returned the Judas Priest to the Arch Bishop, but had him shipped by mail inside an airtight box back to Rome. The Priest merely remained unconscious until someone pried open the lid. Once set free from the box it was noticed that he sported a very noticeable limp, one that seemed permanent. Anderson refused to divulge how he got it and was often seen muttered something incoherent for several weeks afterward.

As for the traitor David Taylor he was banished from setting foot on British soil lest he get shot on sight. Integra would have sent him to prison or executed him but for some unknown reason several lawyers of his caught wind of all of the events leading up to his detainment and managed to get him released with only a deportment. Integra could do nothing about it as his situation had leaked into certain public circles and it required her to abide by the law. The only thing she could do was seize the land he owned in Great Britain; it wasn't much, a half dozen acres here and there, but at least she may get some soldier training use out of them. After David left the country he simply feel off the map. Integra hoped to keep tabs on him but he disappeared. It only worried her slightly for he wasn't bright enough or brave enough to try to attack her or her home with any success, not with Alucard and Annabel in residence. She silently smiled glad she had such faithful beings on her side. Many might not notice but Annabel was slowly softening up the old Nosferatu bit by bit, which made her days slightly less stressing, and she was a bloody good cook to boot.

For the time being Annabel only occasionally went out on missions by herself and on the less difficult ones as she was still developing her fire skills and prowess with the blade. She did tag along with Alucard often and with Pip and/or Seras if she was bored enough. Integra personally gave her sword lessons when she had time, and Alucard would give her pointers from time to time. Most of the time he stood back and watched as she sparred with a guinea pig er, a willing soldier. Her randomness seemed to win out more times than not. The one thing she had going was that one never knew she was going to do next.

Back to the present Annabel hummed softly as she poured her concoction into a opaque pitcher. As she tinkered in the kitchen her humming became singing, and by the time Seras stormed in she danced lively to one of Nickelback's less than innocent songs.

"…all night and kissing everyone. And trying to look so innocent while sucking on her…" Seras slammed her curvy butt on a bar chair, crossed her arms, and stared murderously at the counter "…thumb." Annabel stopped her frolicking and asserted her full attention on her agitated friend.

She opened her mouth to ask what was wrong when Seras demanded a glass of her favorite "fruit" drink. Annabel quickly complied wanting to get to the bottom of this.

'I wonder if Pip did something. Whatever made Seras this pissed is worth burning off that Frenchman's treasured braid.' The redhead speculated thoughtfully.

"Master is so unrelenting!" Seras blurted after draining half the glass.

'Okay it's Alucard's hair I'll burn off then.' She corrected mentally.

"Even when he's not here he invades my thoughts to tell me to drink my blood. Says I need it to stay strong. I haven't barely touch those blood packets. Well I finally blew up at him and told him I don't need it and I feel just fine drinking these high iron fruit drinks that you make me and…" Her voice faded away in Annabel's ears.

'Oh, crap! Why didn't I tell her sooner?' she bit at her lip. 'I'd have to burn MY own hair off! Can I physically burn myself? Oh, god she's not going to like this.' Annabel interrupted Seras's rambling. "Seras."

"Hey maybe you can tell me how to make it so I don't have to bother you each time."

"Seras," Taking a deep breath, "I'm quite perplex at how you haven't figured it out yet and being a vampire to boot. I hate to tell you this but the main ingredient in these fruit drinks… is blood" She finally spilled the secret.

"What?" Seras was stock still in her seat.

"Yea, well I was trying to give you what you needed and well you were acting like a kid who wouldn't eat her veggies so I…" She trailed off and felt the draculina's eyes burn a hole through her. 'wow, so this how it feels on the other end.'

"You tricked me?" She stood up and maneuvered toward Annabel in a dangerously slow fashion.

'Danger! Danger! Annabel Phoenix!' her mind blared. The fire angel coaxed her legs toward the nearest exit to the outside world. "It was… with the best…intentions Seras. Believe me….oh shit!"

Seras lunged at her with those dilated red vampire 'you're in a serious world of hurt' eyes. Annabel booked it outside where she could run easier although it made her especially easily to see for the little draculina directly behind her. She grabbed at her flapping red hair trying to knock her off her feet. Seras just barely missed each time. 'God, she's fast when she's pissed.' it was one thing to be chased by Alucard, she usually enticed him to do it, it was a completely different ballgame when it was an ensuing girl on girl fight. Annabel made a hard left to run parallel along the perimeter wall. It was a long stretch so she forced extra oomph into her pace. Seras still chased close behind her. Annabel started to feel slightly off as if her powers were flaring but was too busy dodging the blonde's hand grabs to care. Annabel fanned out her arms and hands to give Seras a quick little burst of flames to slow her down. She did back off but only a few feet.

The adjacent stone wall was coming up fast and she doubted she make the turn this time. She summed up one more blast, a bigger one, to knock Seras off her feet before the forward momentum plants her face and chest rudely with the red brick enclosure. The weird feeling got stronger when her second blast of fire left her fingers, or so she thought. A tingling sensation traveled up her spine to the upper part of her back. It felt like she had her blue flames ignited on her backside and quite intensely, but wasn't doing it on purpose. In the next instant she felt the ground leave her feet. Looking down she saw the top of wall and panicked. A moment later she plummeted front first into the dirt just on the outside of the Hellsing property.

She got up on quaky feet and stared befuddled back at the ten foot high wall with the barbed wire atop it. 'Did I just…fly over the wall?' She placed a hand on the cold stone. 'I certainly didn't go through it.'

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On the other end Seras nudged back a few steps from Annabel's first harmless albeit hot and bright blast of flames. Seras could see the wall up ahead and she smirked. Annabel had no where to run and she was ready if she tried to turn. A few seconds later Annabel emitted a second blast that was so strong and bright it blinded the petite blond and knocked her back on her back. When the spots went away she saw no more Annabel anywhere. 'Where did she go? She's so sneaky sometimes!' She growled and pouted in sit up position before getting off the ground and storming back inside the manor.

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After a few more minutes Annabel came to the conclusion that she did fly for a few seconds. 'Now if I can do that on purpose next time…' her two fingers tapped her bottom lip.

"What are you doing out here Spaz?" A dark figure walked casually out of the shadows.

She grimaced derisively. 'He'll never stop using that nickname will he?'

She then instantly brightened and saluted him. "Just patrolling the perimeter, Red. Never can be too careful." and whistled tunelessly while walking past him to round the corner. She didn't want him to know she 'flew' by accident until she was sure she can repeat the process and in a more dignified manner.

He did not believe her and followed her. "I don't believe you." Alucard stated.

"I'm searching for mushrooms!" She exclaimed still holding her patrolman strut. "The special kind!" She twinkled those blue orbs at him.

She was being evasive. Alucard groaned internally. "Try again Spaz."

"No, really, they are hard to find but when ya jump on one you can level up and can totally smash through walls and kick some serious turtle butt."

"Spaz" The irritation evident in his tone as he continued to tail her.

"How was your evening? Was it gory and filled with mayhem?" A hand reached out to her shoulder stopping her in her tracks. Then he squeezed rather tightly letting her know he was not in the mood for games. "Seras is mad at me. So… I'm laying low for awhile."

Alucard released her satisfied with a proper answer, one that didn't sound like an obvious lie. "Police Girl found out about the punch."

"Yep." She confirmed, resuming her stride.

He grunted and disappeared from sight.

0000000000000000 Jan 12 2009

It had taken a few days to finger out how she can test out her aeronautics without blowing her secret to Alucard or Integra and not cause a horrific display for the ignorant public. If she can figure out how to fly Alucard will not be able to threaten her with extreme gravity anymore. (He once dangled her upside down over the Rock of Gibraltar because she erroneously divulged that she had a small fear of drowning at sea and used that knowledge to weasel out where she had hidden his Jackel at the time.) He can be such a un-chivalrous bastard sometimes. Annabel discovered that some of the land that Integra had rightfully pilfered from Mr. Taylor was ideal for flying lessons. It was a nice flat patch of land conveniently surrounded on three sides by simi-untamed woodlands and the fourth side a creek which flooded the area every other winter, but not this winter. She briefly wondered why that cousin even owned a seemingly useless piece of spread then figured David had one of those "land is wealth" complexes and dropped the thought. It had a good location too; an easy twenty miles away near Rochester.

The next thing she needed was an excuse to be gone for a few hours each day. It had to be believable and as close to truth as possible.

On another matter Seras came to apologize for becoming so angry and chasing Annabel, and for being a bit childish. Annabel had apologized in return for tricking her and for waiting so long to tell her. They made up as good friends do. Seras reluctantly started drinking her blood daily as she realized she was drinking blood all this this time and didn't feel any different as a person.

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It was mid morning in the boss's office. "Sir Integra, might I use that parcel of land near Rochester for training purposes?"

Sir Integra looked up from her reading with a befuddled glare. "What kind of training purposes, Annabel?"

"I'd like to expand and challenge my abilities without accidentally hurting anyone. Though your training grounds here are quite adequate for normal stuff, the space I need to be safely comfortable with is lacking here and also I don't want to interrupt or interfere with your mens drills and such." She answered in the most professional fashion she could muster. "Besides, I don't think Pip would like it if I melted all of his perfectly positioned training dummies and whatever else that could get damaged."

Integra leaned back in her chair a bit. "You're serious about this?" The redhead nodded. "I have no plans for it for the time being" A grin grew on Annabel's face. "As long as you report on your progress at least once a week and not damage any surrounding property, I don't see why not." Annabel did her best to hold back a squeal and managed with only a small squeak.

"Thank you Integra! You're the best!" She said then left with a hop to her step. Integra wondered if accepting the spunky woman's request was really a good idea. Who knows what that woman is planning, but at least she'll be away from the manor planning it.

Annabel grabbed her keys, ID, and sword, and hopped into a jeep toward her destination. Alucard won't find her lack of presence amiss as she often took trips into town for whatnot. And hopefully he won't ask when he discovers a pattern in her little outings.

The place was indeed perfect. The land dipped low toward the middle while it was higher near the creek. It made impossible for any onlookers from the road on the other side of the creek bed to see her running around in a field like a chicken with its head cut off trying to fly. The area also drowned out much of her cursing when she face planted into the earth time and time again. 'At least there's no maniacal vampire laughing his ass off right now.' She thought several times.

Into the second hour Annabel took a sort reprieve and tried a different approach. Instead of going all barrels loaded she focused on just recreating the feeling she had in her body when it had happened. She focused on the thoughts and emotions she had at the time, the need to escape Seras and the desire to avoid hitting the wall while still running right at it. Soon enough the tingling feeling started pooling into her spine once more. It was an exciting feeling and this time she could feel strings of her fiery energy grow out from the upper half of her spine. They continued to grow out and the fibrous tendrils undulated, merged, and stretched beyond what she thought she was capable of. The bluish flames concentrated heavily in the area of her shoulder blades and Annabel could almost feel the breeze graze softly over the new extension of her body like the ethereal wings of a fairy. She dared crook her neck to see what she had created.

"Wings!" She gasped. They were like those fantastical artworks of elfin fairy women she saw in catalogs and posters from time to time. Not in shape mind you as hers were bird like rather than insect like, but more like in see-through texture and blended artistically in soft blues with the tips or rather feathers were almost white. Annabel reached out a hand to touch it. She gasped again. It was nearly tangible! And, she could faintly feel that wing waver as her fingers grazed the surface. It did not scorch the ground but retained a fuzzy warm temperature much like her normal pyrotechnics. She stood there for a time just looking at them and feeling them. She realized very soon she did not need to concentrate very hard at all to maintain them, but then again she wasn't actually flying with them yet. 'It's a pity Seras only saw a bright flash before I disappeared over that wall. By god I'm gorgeous!' She giggled at herself.

After fifteen more minutes she called it a wrap for the day and slowly cleared her mind to make them disappear again. Once more it was quite easy to do so. She grunted. "The hard part's gonna be defying gravity and I refuse to be gravity's bitch anymore!"

She returned to Hellsing with Alucard none the wiser. She returned to that field each day pushing herself a bit further each time. By the seventh day Annabel was able to control basic movements like flapping and coasting about two meters over the ground and staying in the air for several hundred meters. As she suspected it was much harder to get her one hundred and fifty pound body off the ground then just standing there looking pretty. She didn't limit herself just trying to fly, like she told Integra she attempted to expand her other abilities like how far she could really throw a fireball until it fizzled into nothing. She also tried to see how far she could create a rope of fire and still be connected to her hand. She once tried to take a temperature reading when she tried making her body as hot possible. She ended up melting the catalytic thermometer into a puddle of metal and mush. "Wow, over 2000 degrees Fahrenheit. I must be the hottest woman on the planet!" She laughed at herself then.

She reported to Integra as was requested at the end of the week. She revealed everything that didn't relate to wings but it was hard. Normally she would tell her everything but unlike herself Integra's mind was open to Alucard's perusal if he felt inclined. Just when Annabel finished her report to Integra's satisfaction, Big Red popped in beside her. He wrapped his arms around her from behind and inhaled deeply into her neck. Instinctively her body relaxed against him and let she his thrumming presence envelope her. Annabel hadn't much seen him all week nor had she snuggled into his coffin since she was too tired from practicing her new ability to climb down to the basement.

She sighed contentedly. "You're up early."

He lifted his head up enough to speak. "What has my Annabel been up to lately?"

"Oh, the usual mischief. Has there been more monster activity this week?"

"Just a band of werewolves, but they are quite persistent like fleas." the median said.

"Werewolves…in London?" she asked bemusedly.

Integra answered "No, in Cardiff, which is why its taken so long to weed them out. The police there are so bloody daft. Think they can handle anything from evil fairies to blow-fish people!" She fumed. Both Annabel and Alucard gave her a confused look. "Never mind. Both of you out of my office unless there's something important." Annabel barely shook her head before Alucard transported her down to his chambers.

"My master tells me you have been training up your powers and I can feel your recent abuse of them lingering off you, so why the sudden dedication Spaz?" He still held her captive. She was always a little extra delicious smelling after she tapped into her abilities and having done it continuously for the past week made his fangs drip with saliva and fingers itch for her.

"Well," Annabel tried to think coherently while Alucard's fingers were caressing and massaging over forbidden territory, "I want to find out… my limits…and I haven't really… hit them…yet…" She moaned heavily when he attack three of her sensitive areas at the same time; the soft nibbles at her throat, the pinching and twirling at her right nipple, and the up and down caressing at her inner thighs.

She must be quite exhausted if she's giving in to his sweet torture this soon. "Go ahead Red, have a drink…" She jerked in ecstasy as Alucard bit down into her neck and sucked eagerly of her blood. His gentle drinking prolonged her pleasure. Annabel as far as he knew was the only non-vampire to react so to pleasure type bites. It must be from tasting each other's blood that made her so in-tuned with him and vise versa.

After a harmless amount of drinking he retracted his fangs. She cooed at him then passed out completely in his arms. He hefted her up bridal style and looked at her. 'She must be really pushing herself if she's tired at one bite. She's hiding something I can sense it. I will find out.' But for now he took her sleeping form into his resting place and slept with her for the last few hours of the day. She still lay conked out when he got up for the evening activities. Perhaps he should not have drank from her but how can he refuse such a delectable offering.

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Another week had past for the Hellsing inhabitants. Her flying skills improved each day although the training took more energy out of her. She was sleeping for almost four hours a day instead of her normal two. Annabel could now glide hundreds of feet over land and make slow sweeping turns, and could now land without stumbling into the wet grass. She made minor progress in getting airborne from a single leap into the air. Her coordination was still somewhat iffy in the air especially since there were three dimensions to deal with instead of two as well as dealing with sudden updrafts. She nearly knocked herself out into a centuries old conifer when the wind suddenly shifted.

She bought a kite and studied how it shifted in the wind to stay in the air then mimicked its movements. She stayed in the air with surprising ease once she understood how to use the wind to her advantage.

After her weekly report to Integra she headed for the kitchen to boil eggs for a macaroni salad. She wasn't quite as tired tonight and felt a little nostalgic for the macaroni. She remembered fondly how it tasted when her adoptive mom used to make it; extra pickles and mustard just for her even though her mother didn't much like mustard. She recalled the results of her full physical just this morning. She was four-o the doctor, John Smith, had said, completely healthy, except for possibly one thing.

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"There is one thing I'd like to inform you about." Dr. Smith said after declaring the full bill of health.

"Oh? I'm I going to grow a second head or something?" Annabel asked half-jokingly.

"Oh no, nothing like that. I'm concerning an organ you already have. You see I've speculated that your ability to be 'reborn' comes from a localized body part that you possess."

"I have a new organ in my body?" she asked.

"Oh, no not exactly. Its what I would normally call the ovaries in… other women. They are a solid mass I cannot decipher instead of holding eggs. They hold some kind of energy that blacks out the CAT scan. I'm only guessing its for the re-birthing process. It could be for one of your other unique talents but it only makes sense to me that that organ be geared for-" He stuttered a bit being awkward at telling her the consequences of her physic.

"Are you saying…I am unable to have…children?"

"Yes, Miss Phoenix, I am nearly positive that you are…barren."

Annabel sat on the examination table silent for a minute, somberly thinking. She put on a small smile "Well, I suppose that's just further proof of the myth; only one phoenix can exist at any one time." She looked at the fidgeting Doctor. 'He probably doesn't deal with this kind of thing normally. "Hey Doc" hopping off the table to clasp his shoulder. "Its not like I dreamed of having kids and considering who I make whoopee with its probably a blessing in disguise."

He nodded in complete agreement. One Alucard reeking havoc in the world was plenty. Although he suspected the news effected her more than she let on. She turned to leave when she asked. "Hey, are vampires fertile? Is Alucard fertile?"

"Um, well Alucard refuses to participate in any physicals or tests if he can help it, so I don't know. However there have been documented cases of dhampirs through out the centuries though they are rare. So some are fertile I gather."

"Oooh" Annabel nibbled her lip. "So this whole time there could have been the possibility of…" She dropped off.

"Rest easy Miss Phoenix. The possibility was remote. One thing I do know about this is that a vampire consciously chooses to impregnate another. Otherwise there's no child, which is why there's so few offspring recorded. It is far easier to bite another to increase their brood then to have a child." Dr. Smith explained.

Annabel harrumphed as if that knowledge would allay her concerns. The doctor told her she could talked to him anytime should she have the need and then dismissed her.

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BN: Oh fudge that's right no kids for Anna….yet. Evil Smirk As for the wings just wait till Alucard finds out, man is he gonna be happy…or horny…..maybe…..no most likely both.

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