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Alana didn't respond. Instead, she moved the blade further into the vampire's throat, then finally lost it and dropped to her knees, lapping it up quickly.

Markus groaned as he stared at the leader of Hellsing. "Dammit, sir, what aren't you understanding? She was shot in the neck by that damn winged hybrid, who then shot me! I don't know what you were thinking sending him off to find her but-" The leader slammed his fist down on the desk behind which he sat, the walls shaking.
"Do not question my orders, Markus!" Markus had to bite his tongue from arguing that. At the moment, all he cared about was that his vampiress was out there, she was hurt, and she needed his help. "Alana is one of our strongest members, one of our leading assasins! You know this very well, you have seen her records. You have seen, with your own eyes, that vampiress stare an entire pack of Balvorines and smile before killing each and every one of them. You have seen her been ripped up from limb to limb, and still keep fighting as if she didn't even feel it. Alana is one of the best because she doesn't care whether she lives or dies, and because her recovery time is shockingly fast. A bullet in the neck will not keep her down for long, I can guarrenteee this."
"When was the last time you really spoke to her, sir?" Markus bit out. It hurt him to have all these memories of her brought up... he was only concerned with the present situation.
"Right before she was assigned to watch after Jacob. I gave her that assignment myself."
"She failed to protect that human. He was killed late one night, and she then turned around and killed the pack that did it. However, also on that night, she reassigned herself to work with another member of hellsing in protecting a human girl. They did not send that girl away, but kept her with them, and Alana and the vampire Zatch, who was under the allias of Tyasha at the time, soon were much more than partners. Since then, she has been different, Sir. I saw it with my own eyes. They were in trouble, and ran to me for help. I offered it to them, but I noticed in the time they were at my pit that Alana was smiling more than she ever had in her whole existance in only a few short hours. And I heard a discussion between her and the human girl, who she has grown quite close with, it seems, about her relationship with Tyasha. Correct me if I'm wrong, Sir, but love is an emotion that is not encouraged. But it is the term she used to describe her feelings toward him. It has also come to my attention that the two of them have taken part in activities solely purposed for the Red Moon. Furthermore, Alana has scars she didn't have before... before I only knew of two. But she isn't healing as fast as she used to, and I could see fear in her eyes when they came. Fear was never there before, now she cares whether she lives or dies. She has something ot live for. That makes her weak. We need to get out there quickly and help her, please, Sir..." The leader sighed.
"Markus, Tyasha has very little emotion left. We believe that emotion is directed toward Alana. We believe that emotion is love. If she can grasp onto that emotion and help it grow, Tyasha may become normal again. If we are correct about this, Tyasha would never allow any harm to come to her. In fact, we believe he may even protect her. Also, if Zatch has the feelings for her that you claim, I believe he would do the same. We dont' have anything to worry about, the vampiress can take care of herself. Do I make myself clear?" Markus looked down, but nodded, defeated. "Good. Away with you." Markus stood up and slowly walked away, closing his eyes and trying hard to smell Alana.

Tyasha watched her "what are you doing?" he asked as he watched in amasment. Then it hit him, shes probily also a vampanese too, after all she was a desendant of his blood, so why not be one?

Zatch watched and almost threw up "his but not mine!!?" he asked as he watched her "whats wrong with her, hate him!" he jumped out of the bush, and then was reppelled back into the bush by a bullet to the chest. Tyasha fired seconds after listening to Zatch, and then made sure hed be down for a while..

I smile. "My family no longer runs it. I'm the last of my family. The Sa'Vinta's died out centuries ago." I turn around and look through the doors. "That man in the oil painting is my Uncle Jim, my mothers brother. He started this buisness soon after I was turned. I don't doubt I will be recognized, I look similar to him." I said. I open the door and walk in. A woman dressed in a green uniform walks over to me. She has a confused look on her face and glances to the painting. She looks back to me in surprise. "Are you a decedant to James Sa'Vinta?" she asked me. I nod my head. "I am his nephew, though I'd rather not go through all the greats. My name is Camaris Sa'Vinta. Pleased to meet you." I said, extending my hand. She shakes it. "It is an honor to meet you sir. Are you alone?" she asked. "No. There is another with me. She should be coming in shortly." I said. "The waitress nods her head. "Very well. Where would you like to sit?" she asked. "Right here by the door is fine." I said. She nods her head and I sit down. She turns around and hurredly rushes into the kitchen. I smile, my vampiric hears hearing wispers that a decendant of James Sa'Vinta has arrived.

Raye smiled from outside, closing her eyes, and taking a whiff of fresh air. It was nice to be alone for a little while... or as alone as she would be for the time. Shaking her head, she turned around, and entered the restaurant. The human glanced about, before finding Camaris, and moving to take a seat across from him. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a female point to Camaris, and seemed to be whispering something to a male in a funny hat. Raye smiled, "Making new friends already huh?" she joked.

Raye sighed, and flipped through the menu almost lazily, before closing it, and leaning foreword to rest her arms on the table. It'd been a while since she ate at a restaurant. She shook her head, and spared a glance at Camaris, who seemed to be looking through the menus as well. 'Wonder how long it's been since he ate at a restaurant. He said he didn't know how normal food would affect him so... does that mean that ever since he turned into a vampire, he hasn't had human food?' She questioned idly, before shrugging and opening her menu again. "You sure you're not gonna get anything?" Raye asked.

Zatch smiled as he watched alana. He then spoke sooftly "this is nothing less of extacay..my love.." he relaxed as he slwoly cloed his eyes, he was okay, but he felt like a good moment of relaxation would help him out.

Tyahsa gasped, the knife was dead in the deepest of his heart. And he dropped to hisa knees "damn it.. shes quick.." he wispered as he started to breathe heavily "it burns so badly..but..why.." he wispered as he layed there, like a corpse, waiting to be taken away by the winds... But one again, why wasnt he dead yet?

Alana took Zatchs' face firmly in her hands and kissed him, sighing happily, not wanting to let the moment die out again. "There can be more..." She breathed against his lips, then hesitantly turned back to Tyasha. The sight tugged at her heart a little, but did nothing to change her position. She simply felt compassion for another vampire as he died. And surely he would die, this time. She had peirced his heart, meaning to do so or not, and her blade was made of silver. She quickly closed her eyes and turned away, standing up and picking up Zatch, cradling him close to her. "******** him." She murmered. "He left me, now it's his turn." She started to flit away from him, holding Zatch close to her. "I need blood, Zatch. Then we need to find Raye and Camaris. Raye is still our responsibility, no matter who you are. Besides..." A smile made it's way across the vampiress's face. "There's a bond now. A bond that I doubt will easily be broken. Come on." She flitted with him in her arms, not really giving him the option of coming with her or not, and smiled as she went back to his pit, all thoughts of balvorines or betrayal, or chances of being killed, simply gone. She needed blood. She needed to get back to Raye and Camaris. She needed Zatch. That was the truth, that was reality, and that was all that could ever matter at this moment.

"What the hell..." Markus muttered, then hissed angrily when he relized what the little brat had done. He was in the middle of the woods. The only sound was a river not to far away. The only smell was of the pines and the urine of small animals. The only thing there was to see was trees, moss, trees, squirrels, and trees. Any hope of finding Alana was now far gone. "Damn you, you little twit."