Disclaimer: I do not hold any claim to Hellsing or any of its characters. I do, however, hold claim to the events shown in this chapter. If you want to use them, or use quotes from this, please email either Superficial Faith or me.

Note: Well, I had a writer’s rut here recently. So good old Faith here suggested a nice little role play to help fix that and give me ideas. Well, as we went through it, we both started thinking that it made a pretty nice story within itself. So, we storyfied it and here it is! If you can’t already tell…Faith played Alucard, and I played Abraham. (She forced me…Demanding little thing…)

Faith: I did not! D: Oh, and this contains some references to an event that will later occur in Lab Specimen: I.

Abraham stepped into the cell, a bottle of blood balanced in his hand as he made sure to shut the door securely behind him. Moving slowly down the steps, he called to the mass curled at the back of the cell.

“Alucard, are you Hungry?”

Alucard didn't even bother looking at him, his face hidden by his long hair.

"Not particularly. Drinking lamb's blood unknowingly tends to put a damper on one's thirst," he answered, his tone was almost bitter.

"You're in a much better mood. I was hoping to let you get a bit of fresh air this evening," Abraham mused, shrugging and crouching to set the bottle to the side. "You'll get hungry enough to eat eventually"

"The air outside reeks of human sins and forbidden desires while they go to their church and pray. Do you honestly believe that I would want to go out in such an atmosphere?" Alucard asked in way of retaliation. After the incident he had witnessed with the boy during Christmas time, he was in no hurry to step into the outside world when not being given orders. Abraham had been absent that day, so Alucard had never told him of the incident. "Trust me, Master. You wouldn't understand."

Abraham frowned, raising an eyebrow. "For one who complains about being hungry, you will not eat. For one that complains about being locked up, you will not leave. You are a very odd creature, Alucard."

"Master, some...events...leave scars, both physically and psychologically. I have no wish to be reminded of them," Alucard said, bowing his head so his face was hidden by more shadow than before. No, it just wouldn't do for his Master to see the memory of that event on him, that it caused tears of blood to form in his eyes, and silently, he thought, 'I will not cry. Monsters don't cry...'

"Rather poetic for you," Abraham mused. "One might almost assume you're thinking of something other than destruction. Of course, I suppose being locked up you have nothing else to do but count the stones and think. That is the whole point of imprisonment in the human world. To lock up the wicked so they might think upon their past deeds. Unfortunately, for those that are like you, that causes some worry, for it is in your history to do nothing but think upon your mistakes and how better to perfect your attack."

Alucard's head snapped up, despite his former intention for Abraham not to see his tears.

"And how would you understand, Abraham? You, who has lived a sheltered life, never dealing with poverty or the terrors of the outside world? No, you'll never be able to understand who the real monsters in the world are!" Alucard fairly roared at him.

He honestly hadn't meant to lose his temper and indifference to the world, but with Abraham's words, something inside him snapped. How could he mock him after all he had been through? How dare he?

Abraham took a threatening step forward, his eyes dark as he was about to give the vampire a nasty strike, but something in the beast's eyes stayed him. Abraham relaxed, crouching to narrow his eyes and look into Alucard's tearing ones. For some reason, these tears affected him, though he knew they should not. It was odd that Alucard's screams hardly affected him, but these tears did.

"Then tell me, what I do not understand."

Alucard glanced to the side, before saying quietly, "No."

"It was not a request, vampire," Abraham replied, his eyes, though narrowed, watched Alucard's every move.

Alucard bit back a snarl. Did he not realize how painful it was for him to speak of the matter? But the seals pressed down upon him, reminding him of who was the master and who was the servant.

"I..." he began with some difficulty, trying to find the right words to use so as that as little information possible to the event and the memory it brought back would not be as clear. "I...came across something that reminded me of something long ago."

"Time does seem to repeat itself for something that can live as long as you I'm sure. What event then, Alucard?"

This was interesting. It suggested that the vampire actually had emotions, something he had not really seen in the beast. This was definitely something that needed to be investigated further

Alucard turned his head further to the side and let out a shaky breath that sounded more like the rattling of a dying man's last gasp.

"I..." He broke off, swallowing thickly before he continued. "When I was a child, I was dragged to Sultan Murad II's palace. He threw me down on his bed and..." Alucard stopped here to violently vomit to the side. After wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he shakily concluded, "and he..." Again, there was an inner struggle to find the right words. "...violated me."

The memories…They were so painful…

Abraham wrinkled his nose, tilting his head back slightly. For a vampire, Alucard had a terribly weak stomach.

"I see," Abraham's frowned deepened. "A terrible thing to happen to a child. And you were reminded of this because?"

Alucard clutched his head as he fought against the seals. What he had come across had been worse and more life-scarring than his own experience.

"Please, no more. I can't take it any longer! Please, no more!"

At this, Alucard's frame was quaking with unconscious spasms, and a dim place in the back of his mind told him that he was being irrational, that the deal was over and done with, but he couldn't let it go. Abraham wouldn't understand what it was like to come across that scene and feeling all the anger, hatred, fear, remorse, and even hysteria backing his mind into a corner, an almost animalistic response to just cower in a corner and await for fate to play its role. No, Abraham couldn't understand such a thing. No, not that terrible act.

Abraham stood, backing up and leaning out of the door to call for one of the assistants. Alucard had never shown such a mental instability before, but perhaps this was progress! He had managed to tap into a part of the vampire's mind that had been locked away for who knows how long! Abraham had the man retrieve a sedative for the vampire, and approached to quickly stab the needle into Alucard's shoulder.

"Calm down," he ordered.

"NO!Don’t touch me!" Alucard screamed before lashing out and taking the man's head off. "I won't let do that to me again! NO! NOT AGAIN!"

Frowning as blood sprayed the air, Abraham stepped forward, his eyes hard.

"You are going to have to end this destruction of my assistants, servant. It's very tiring." Yet another family to send a letter to… "You will calm down, or I will force you to"

Alucard backed himself into the corner of the dungeon, curling himself up and trying to make himself as small as possible. Yes, vampires by were a sexual species by nature, but this was something completely different. To Alucard, he was back in the palace, replaying that memory over and over. The look in his eyes was one of pure and primal terror. He had sworn to himself he'd never let that happen again, and so he vowed that the next person who touched him would die. He would not tolerate being violated again.

Abraham took a step forward, crouching to pick up the fallen syringe from where it had fallen when the man tried to administer it to the vampire. Alucard, though quiet, was obviously anything but calm. He looked more like a raging animal, eyes wide and terrified.

"Alucard," he spoke softly, taking another step forward. He did not doubt the creature couldn’t hurt him, but did not want to take too many chances. He would have to find a way to either muzzle Alucard, or adjust the seals so he could not hurt others without orders

"No," Alucard began, his voice barley audible. "No more. You've done enough damage. Isn't my innocence enough for you? What more can you take away from me Murad? What more can you take away?" His voice was almost a plea—a beg—as red rivulets of tears began trickling down onto his cheeks.

The beast was delusional. Abraham continued to slowly step forward, crouching beside Alucard.

"Be still, Alucard,” he whispered, hoping to administer the sedative without being attacked. The seal was none too easy when the master was attacked, and he doubted it would bode well with the already fractured mind. His perfect vampire specimen was slowly turning into a less impressive catch. Weak stomach, shattered mind, and poor physical health that the vampire did nothing to help improve.

Alucard gave off a low, rumbling growl, poised and ready to rip the man's throat out if need be.

"Don't touch me. Don't you dare touch me," he warned, his voice turning into more of a snarl.

Abraham frowned. "Do not threaten me," he growled back, continuing forward then crouching, reaching a hand out to the vampire. "This will calm you down and make you feel better."

He held up the syringe, not really knowing nor caring if it would make the beast feel better, but he needed to be sedated!

Alucard was cornered and he hissed at his master approaching him—a purely vampiric instinct.

"Don't touch me," he warned for a final time.

"Do not resist me," Abraham growled, realizing that it was probably not the best thing to say too late.

Alucard pounced upon him, a feral growl ripping from his lips. He ignored the pain the seals were causing him—wasn't even aware of it—even as they burned and seared his flesh.

"NO MORE!" he screamed.

Abraham dropped the syringe as he was pounced, and gazed up at the vampire with wide, unbelieving eyes. The seal wasn’t stopping him...

"No more," he whispered, nodding and deciding to approach this with a different technique.

The vampire didn't hear him—was beyond caring to even bother to try and hear him.

"Damn right, no more!" he shouted in Van Helsing's face, grabbing the front of his shirt and shaking him. "Do you know how much pain you've caused me? How much I've suffered? I'll kill you with my bare hands, you bastard! You evil, vile, filthy bastard! How many other children have you forced into your bed, huh? Tell me!"

Once the vampire started acting very hostile, Abraham decided enough was enough. Reaching for a cross he always kept around his neck, he pressed it into the vampire's chest.

"Get OFF! Do not lay your hands on me, Servant!"

Alucard snarled at the pain from the cross but didn't relent on his hold nor on his verbal assault. "I said answer me!"

"You are delusional Alucard. Do not disobey me! Remove yourself from me! That is an order!"

Something clicked in the back of Alucard's mind and he abruptly let go of his master before kneeling on the floor in a low bow, saying, "Forgive me, my Master. I forgot my place."

His breath was still shaky and his body was trembling slightly.

Abraham stumbled to his feet, blue eyes glaring daggers down to the vampire.

"Far beyond just forgetting your place, Servant." he snapped, fighting the urge to backhand the vampire, knowing it would do little good.

Alucard bowed his head lower, and repeated, "Forgive me, my Master."

His eyes were averted.

"What’s gotten into you? And what should I do about it?" he mused. "Perhaps we should keep you chained to the wall. Restricting movement might also help on your habit of killing my assistants," he growled, eyes flicking to the headless body upon the floor

Abraham took a step back from the vampire, again restraining himself from striking the creature.

"You've lost whatever meal you would be getting this month, Servant,” he growled, though it wasn’t much of a threat. The vampire hardly ate what he was given anyway.

"As my master wishes," Alucard replied bitterly. "Just don't make me go out again. I don't think I could handle myself a second time..."

Abraham fumed, making a mental note to have a medium length chain installed so Alucard could be easier contained.

"Do not worry, Alucard. You will not see anything outside of this cell or the labs for a very long time."

Alucard only continued to watch his master out from behind his dark hair once again as the door to his cell was closed.

"No," Alucard replied. "The world outside is cruel to monsters like me." And with that, his tears began to fall again, but he didn't even take notice of them this time.