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Zatch looked at the girl "damn, frigg'n spitting image of raye" he said as he folded his arms "why so up-tight tiger, scared. Got no reason to be, Im not a p***k-a** vampire" his eyes flashed crimson as he grinned "just stay on your toes, havent had dinner yet" he joked as he folded his arms and smiled as he walked closer to the coffee machine, and turned it off. As he turned he flashed and appered beside a chair a couple of feet away from him.

He smiled "it seems you want to stay here? matt must have greedily said yes already. Stay, just dont shed blood here, and dont bring anything home. Or ill let it eat you" he smiled. Just by seeing him speak, zatch was diffrent around others, but stayed the same infront of Alana.

Zatch looked at chamaris "damn, time has no toll" he said as he grinned. He leaned back as he thought and then telepathicaly spoke to Alana ~You wanna see my neato room?~ he said picking up that she liked being alone with him. He took in chamaris's mind, so he could tele-speak to him once again. He took off the large claok to reveal a slightly build body. He streached back as he let his swoard slid backwards, in a more suitable position. He smiled "so ill be upstairs." he said glancing at everyone.

Alana smirked a bit as she heard Zatch’s thoughts. Tell me he didn’t just say neato…She thought privately to herself, but smiled a little in his direction, nodding very subtly. When he took off his cloak, she lowered her eyes a little, refusing to indulge in him just yet. Every cell in her being craved to be close to him, to hold him, to speak with him privately. She needed with everything in her to be alone with him a bit longer. In Camaris’s direction, she gave a quick smiled, before in what she hoped was an offhanded tone, though she knew there was no way to be discreet about it, added to Zatch’s statement. “Yeah, I think I’ll go up there too.”

The climb to the stop of Zatch’s staircase seemed too long. Each and ever step seemed to drain her, not physically or emotionally, but mentally. She wanted to be close to him, and yet she was terrified of what that might unleash. There had been love between them, and they had not hesitated long to express that. She knew she loved him, with everything in her she knew that one fact. But that was the only thing she knew. Her life was bland, simply a fight for survival, just like that of everyone else’s. But it seemed he had a story to tell, and she never really heard it the last time around. It didn’t bother her so much though, immortality has a tendency to bring with it much patience. She had forever now, she wasn’t going to loose him again. He could tell her everything someday, but not now. Now… she just needed to understand what was happening, grasp what was happening. Nothing more, nothing less.

When she finally reached Zatch’s room, she tapped lightly on the door frame once, giving him a small smile. “Hi.”

Ariana frowned, still holding onto Chris' arm tightly. It seemed both of the strangers had already disappeared. She frowned a little more, before releasing Chris' arm just a bit.

"Did they know that girl... Raye too?" She asked quietly, peaking out from behind Chris' back to look at Camaris.

I nod my head. "Yes. They knew her longer than I did. We protected her and eventually formed our own little family." I said. I look down towards the ground. "There was another vampire. Her name was Marya and she was my sire's daughter. She hated her mother for killing Kira, her younger sister, and she helped me fight her. But she was killed by her mother thirty years ago. It only served to hate my sire more." I said. The scene drifts back into my mind. Rena kept dodging between the trees. Marya and myself couldn't keep up with her. We were to beat up from the last fight when Rena overwhelmed us with balvorines. "Camaris, I think she went right." She told me. I turn in the direction she said and start chasing. Then I heard, "Camaris, she's behind you." The last words I would ever hear her speak. I turn around in time to see Rena plunge a sword through her daughters chest no more than six feet from me. Rena slowly pulls the sword out and Marya drops to her knees. She turned her head and looked me in the eyes one last time before Rena severed her head from her shoulders. I walk over to a chair and sit down, laying my head in my hands. "I never imagined anyone could kill their own child. I knew Rena had killed Kira, but I never actually saw it happen. In the back of my mind I always hoped it was someone else. But the sight of Marya dying not six feet in from me, and myself not being able to do anything about it..." I cut myself off. I sit there for a moment before standing and walking towards the door. I stop before opening it. "I'm sorry." I told Chris and Ariana. "I just needed to get that out. I'll be back, I need to take a walk." I said. I opened the door and stepped outside.

Alana sighed a bit as he moved closer to her, not hesitating to smile and move her hand to his face, stroking it softly, almost trying to make sure it was really real. His story about killing that boy’s parents didn’t surprise her so much, what really surprised her was that Matt still stayed with Zatch, knowing what he was and what he had done. That… didn’t make any sense at all to her. She moved the hand that was on his face up to his temple and hair line, starting to move her fingers very slowly through that signature hair that had always let her know he was there. He was there now… Alana’s mind was slowly closing around that fact. She had missed him too.

“I was in England.” She murmured softly. “I was trying to understand something, I guess… I don’t really remember. I ended up staying with a British family, with a man so ridiculously obsessed with vampires I’m pretty sure he made my ears bleed. I eventually scared him into helping me find a village that he had said he had seen. As I had hoped, it was mine. I killed everyone there when Tyasha changed me. After doing some much over due business there, I tried to find Master’s home. I did… but… it was too much. I couldn’t stay long, I needed you more in that moment than I ever had before. I flew back, but what I discovered was not what I had expected. Everything was a mess, human officials being assassinated right and left, Hellsing completely swamped and starting to deteriorate, being seen and hunted down by my own prey… and I couldn’t find you. Everywhere I looked, no matter how much I called for you… I couldn’t find you, or any of the others. Markus eventually found me, and I stayed with him for around 25 years… during which time I refused to give up hope of finding you. I eventually left Markus, and tried again to find you… but after two more years forced myself to accept the fact that you were all dead.” She moved her hand back to Zatch’s cheek again. “I can see now I was very wrong.”

She wanted to hold him. She had missed him too, too much. She finally had him now, so close. She wanted to hold him, and much more. However, the same doubts remained. It had been one hundred years, even if they were still Zatch and Alana, things were bound to be different. And even if things weren’t as different as she thought, even if they wouldn’t have to start all over again, was it really worth it? It had been hard the last time, this time, things could be either better or worse, was it worth the risk. As Alana stared into Zatch’s eyes and rested her forehead on his, her lips very near to kissing him, she answered her own question. hard the last time, this time, things could be either better or worse, was it worth the risk. As Alana stared into Zatch’s eyes and rested her forehead on his, her lips very near to kissing him, she answered her own question. Yes. Yes, it was very worth it.

Alana laughed a little and grabbed her katana, laying it between them. “Master had a sword, but never let me touch it. When I came here, I found this old antique shop. This baby here was used in the Onin war. Her name is Minamoto Yoritomo, after a great warrior in the Gempi war. I’ve done my best to take good care of the blade, but she’s just a few short decades younger than I am.” Alana slid her finger along the edge of the blade, careful not to cut herself. “I take her in sometimes for keeping. She was too beautiful to just hang on a wall, she deserved to see some action.”

Only then did Alana realize why there seemed to be electricity shooting through her veins. She looked up from the blade right into Zatch’s ice blue eyes, and felt herself fade away, loosing herself in them. “Zatch…” She breathed, loosing all focus whatsoever. She fought hard against the will to kiss him, but it was a battle that she had lost over a hundred years ago. Slowly, very, very slowly, she moved closer to him until her lips were touching his so gently she could barely feel the contact. “Zatch…” She breathed against his lips, letting her eyes drift shut as she moved her mouth further closer to his, letting herself indulge, kissing him with all the passion she had kept locked up for more than a century.