Suffer The Little Children

A/N: Woot! Everyone likes this story huh? Thank you for all of your reviews and praises. I hope to update this story and complete it as soon as I can. I am sure to those of you who are Dracula readers can tell who Sister Lillie is or could be. And to those that don't know yet your time is now.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hellsing or Dracula

Warning: Language, slight mastubation, yaoish, and sexual references. Graphic death scene and feeding of a ghoul child.

In the Hellsing office, which Integra swore became her second bedroom, the woman became engrossed over lore after lore of mysterious symbols and cultural images trying to match up the one that Walter had drawn using Seras's image transmission. But no one even came close to matching up with anything she had ever seen or heard. Time was running out and they still haven't figured out who the vampire was that attacked the orphans. Her fuel was ambition: the ambitition to spit in Enrico's eye and prove to him that once and for all her organization was the best in dispatching FREAKS and anti-christian vampires. And she wasn't going to give up.

"Dammit," she cursed to herself as she slammed another book shut,"nothing...Walter, please bring in another book."

A minute later he appeared with three dusty books under the crook of his right arm and placed them in front of Integra.

"There are two which I think you might find most helpful," he said taking the first one off the stack and handing it to her,"it belonged to your grandfather."

"This is Abraham's diary," she said smiling,"thank you."

Her grandfather was the famous Abraham Van Hellsing a metaphysician and expert of the paranormal. If anything could help her decipher the strange symbols that Alucard found in the wooods it would no doubt be in his notes. As Walter began to gather up the used pile stacked to the left of the desk she skimmed over the entries about Alucard and read the ones that were hardly looked at. What did caught her eye was a folded up piece of stale parchment that was tucked in the crease of the book between pages. She took it out and called Walter over to her just as he was about to leave her.

"Something else you need?" he asked.

"No, but stay here and listen to this," she read outloud,"Patient: Lucille Westerna; Age: 20; DOB: 5/23/10...this is a medical record. Do you remember who Lucy was?"

"I know that Alucard knew her," he said,"in fact, wasn't she his first?"

"I think so," she replied,"or at least according to my grandfather's records, when he first came to England it was because Lucy Westerna was being plagued by what they thought was a medical mystery. Some sort of anemia, they thought, no matter how much blood they transfused into her she kept losing it. Well, that was because they had no idea it was Alucard in the first place. Heh heh, but my grandfather was a stubborn reseacher and didn't rest until he found the answer-even after she died."

"But," Walter added,"in the books she became a vampire and was staked through the heart by her fiance."

"True," mentioned Integra,"though we may be dealing with a copycat, in the stories you remember, she also stalked little children and drained thier blood, I had a feeling that this case in Italy is no different."

Sir Hellsing looked up at Walter who was mumbling something under his breath and trailed off suddenly.

"What was that?"

"I was just thinking," he said,"Alucard was staked and then came to us, but then...what if Lucy somehow was 'alive' in some sense of the word?"

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"Here she is!" Timothy piped happily as he carried up with him a few jars and a nun,"I have to go to my studies, see you Sister Mary and Sister Lillie!"

Timothy placed the jars on the counter and scampered off down the hallway. For now, the two nuns were left alone. The kitchen was quiet save for the dull smashing of berries being pulped. Seras appoached the counter next to Sister Lillie and washed a few picked berries that hadn't been clean yet. She was very quiet and would glance over at Sister Lillie waiting for her to say something first. When Timothy told her about the first time the attacks occured the fledgling kept thinking about how she was right there holding the first one in her arms. And then, the way he said it, 'Later on more children followed'. Come to think of it, she noticed, where was Sister Lillie when that little girl was caught sneaking into the woods?

A warm hand on her arm jilted her from her thoughts.

"Huh?" she looked up at Sister Lillie

"Are you okay," the nun asked kindly,"is something bothering you..."

"Well...I...I..."

"Come on." she said motioning Seras to follow her.

They reached the stairs that led into the hallway where the sisters slept. Down the hall Sister Lillie stopped in front of a door and opened it up leading Seras inside. She closed the door behind her leaving Seras to look around which she didn't do much of seeing how the nun's room was just as dull as her own. Lillie offered Seras a seat on the bed and sat next to her.

"Now, tell me what is the matter?" her face opened up to her.

Seras gave in, crossing her legs and looking into Lillie's ocean blue eyes,"Its just, about last night, and I have been hearing stories lately."

"Stories," a eyebrow twitched,"oh, I understand...its about those five children that ended up dead isn't it?"

"Yes it is just...it bothers me because, who would do such a thing to them," sighed Seras, placing up the act,"its so horrible, last night, one of the girls from the North Wing Angela Welk was caught walking into the woods. I mean, I know she was suspetiable to sleepwalking but Sister Moira said that her eyes were open. And that the little girl-she heard singing last night."

"Singing...?"

"Yes, you know what I am talking about," said Seras,"isn't that what you heard when Samuel Cuthburt was found?"

"No, I found him laying on the ground when I saw him," Sister Lillie shook her head,"I didn't see or hear anyone nearby for that matter, I thought he had just collasped, it wasn't until the others took him into the infirmery did we see the bite marks on his neck. He had ever low levels of blood in his system, Father Anderson was the one who put two and two together. He is one of the Special Operatives you know."

Seras supressed a shudder and continued,"So, what I am saying is that it scares me because, first its the children and then...I could be next Sister Lillie."

Two pairs of arms wrapped around Seras's body,"There there now Sister Mary," soothed the nun,"nothing will come to harm you while you are here, there has been no indications of any of the parishoners being harmed or killed during this whole affair. You have nothing to worry about."

Seras felt herself being leaned into Sister Lillie's chest and held tighter almost as if the nun would not let Seras go from her sight. The sound of her heartbeat was muffled underneath her layers of clothing she noted resting against whom was now her only friend in this orphanage. Could it have been possible that Lillie could be the vampire, Seras dared to think, she is not cold her eyes are sparkling with life-she is not cold at all.

Outside they could hear the storm clouds gathering up.

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The rain fell down very heavily on the rooftop where Alucard was perched on. His wide rimmed hat provided the perfect umbrella to keep his head dry but the rest of his clothes and hair were soaked to the bones. Rain was never a weakness for vampires but it was a pet peeve of his second to suicide. He took off his hat and wrung the moisture out before putting it back upon his head once again. There was no sign of magical activity since his attack from the demon tree. And if certainly the vampire wasn't outside, she could be inside, and that was just as good at the moment than being out in the precipitation. He sipped on his blood packet, the last one in fact, soon there would be no more and he would have to hunt human blood instead of pre-packaged medical samples. But the rain would halt that so he slithered into a swarm of millipedes into a window underneath him down to a nice dry room warmed by the fire in a stone hearth.

He slithered into what appeared to be a bedroom with a single bed, a table and chairs, and hanging over the bed was a large crucifix.

Once he changed back into his former self, he could see a large human shaped lump in the bed moving slightly with a sleepy moan. Carefully with the quiet pace that he usually used to gather food in the enviroment of his victim's bedrooms he approached the side of the bed where the face of the sleeping person could be seen. Lying down with his arms tucked under the pillows was the paladin sleeping through the heavy patter of the raindrops splashing the windowglass. A thought had come to him, Integra never said anything about 'teasing' the Iscariots she always warned him no fighting when they had to work a case together (which was rarely on purpose) but never said anything about having a little fun.

And besides, that bed looked so warm and inviting, he had gotten into countless beds before without walking up mortals it would be a piece of cake. He removed his large wet overcoat and placed it neatly on one of the chairs and then aftewards removing his boots before misting under the covers and laying on his side facing Anderson's back. Just waiting for the priest to roll over and see how long it would take before he realized that he was sharing a bed with a vampire.

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"We removed the head and filled it up to the mouth and eyes with garlic bulbs once the heart was penetrated with a silver stake. Before the night was done," read on Integra glancing in her grandfather's journal,"the body was burned and covered with holy water...there was no sign of Dracula at this time no doubt he had already taken his sights straight to Madam Murray. Lord Holmwood is distraught at having realized what he had done with his bare hands, but I assured him it was better this way; that she would have wanted him to be the one to do it rather than someone else. And maybe somewhere in Heaven her spirit agrees..."

Integra flipped through the pages, that was it for the logs recorded on the description of Lucy Westerna's death and re-buriel. Also attached to the back of the book were a few newspaper clippings reporting the disappearence of young girls and boys at the hands of the beautiful vampiress. Thinking back to everything she remember her father and Abraham doing experimenting on Alucard she wondered if the same thing may have been possible with Lady Westerna. What if some other force had brought her back to life as well in Rome, and had the same restrictions and powers that made Alucard the way he was?

She shook her head,"No, that would be impossible no one else could even contemplate that which we do here, and to a vampire; there must be more...it has to be a copycat."

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Anderson rolled over on his side preparing to make himself comfortable again. Subconsciencely he reached out and felt something soft moving inbetween his fingers like the soft fur of a tiny kitten or puppy, he smiled and inched closer to the feeling drawing the plushy object closer to his head and snuggling it. During this time Alucard made no sound when he was made to be a large stuffed animal meant to cuddle up to. For all he knew without probbing the judas priest's mind and waking him up was that he was just a pillow to squeeze or a key part in a reinactment of a dream being acted out. A long-lost moment from childhood hugging a family pet. Alucard scootched his body up closer until they were touching and no sliver of light could pass through them. Alucard allowed the priest to hug his neck while waiting for the suprise to come alive.

When Anderson felt the presence of something tugging at his personal space. A light poke of a object near his body was all it prompted him to open his eyes and stare that into a pair of blood-red irises. He let out a scream and pushed away from his bed grabbing two baronets from under his bed and crossing them in the gesture of a cross.

"Oh come now," chuckled Alucard,"at least I had some clothes on, don't be afraid, now get back to bed its not time to get up yet."

"You stupid creature," he yelled,"I would rather crawl over broken glass than share a bed with you now leave or I will stab this through your heart!"

"Shhhhh," he pressed his finger against his lips,"you will wake everyone up."

"How dare you crawl into my bed and act like its nothing," hissed Anderson still keeping his blades up,"how do I know you didn't do anything to me while I was asleep?"

"For one you wouldn't be in your pajamas," counted off Alucard,"and two, you would have definitely woken up in the act since I can be a noisey love-maker."

"I don't want to hear about it-"

"Really, that is what she is always saying, of course, the walls are thin between our chambers so she always knows when I have a woman or man down in my coffin," grinned Alucard getting under the man's nose,"you wouldn't believe the sounds that would come out of there, my goodness she complains about hearing me panting, moaning, groaning, and all that heavy breathing and not to mention screaming out thier names until my voice is raw...among some other body parts-"

Anderson refused to allow Alucard to finish. He raised the bottom sword and lowered it down in the direction of Alucard's head, but the vampire turned into a swarm of bats and flew away underneath the door. The hallway was empty so no one could see the many bats meld into one solitary little bat flying through the air and entering into a open door into someone's room. He landed on the floor. To his left he heard someone in the smaller room that connected into the bathroom splashing water on his/her face. Alucard turned into a small mouse scurrying towards a closed closet and crawling up the door and into the keyhole just as the figure began to emerge from thier bathroom into the single bedroom closing the door. Crouched on his hunches he slowly turned back into his human form and peered out through the keyhole of the closet courious to see whose room he had hidden himself in.

It was a nun, but instead of someone like Seras, it was a unknown nun that he usually saw around the police girl. She was indeed quite attractive for a church sister and he couldn't keep his eyes off her when she began to remove her whipple and undo the buttons down the back of her habit. Ever since he learned about Seras's undercover operation he wondered if nuns ever wore anything under thier frocks and when she let the habit slide off her body revealing her sleek curvy form he admittely got excited in his neither regions. He was a vampire but a male in every sense of the word, it was normal in the presence of one that was as beautiful as the woman was with her long flowing blond hair that wrapped around her shoulder blades and matched the color of the hair tucked under her panties. He licked his lips wanting to take her and her blood so eagerly, but knew he had to resist or it would mean blowing the whole investigation and angering his master.

It was frustrating for him but like every man (whether it be mortal or vampire) it was one frustration that could easily rectified.

He watched her firmly while beginning to take firm control over his lust, eyeing every move she made so he would be ready to flee in case she approached the closet. In front of the bed was a large hope chest pressed up against the foot boards with a padlock secure on the lid. She craned her swan neck to the box. Alucard couldn't help but lick the fangs on his mouth imagining how sweet and tender the flesh on her throat would be when he breaks the skin and laps up her blood, her body squirming in his embrace. His eyes dangerously glowed as she walked around; the muscles of her well-toned body rippled when she made her way to the chest and produced a key from between her firm round breasts clothed by a white lacy bra. He grinned when she knelt down thinking of some other place he would love to have her kneel before (and it wasn't some overdecorated alter either) and unlock the chest. He began to slow his pace now more courious as to what was in the trunk than satisfying his sexual appetite.

In one flurid movement she took out a long petticoat dress with frilled layers. In the front were strings that laced up the bodice held together by ribbons. When she put it on her long smooth milky arms were exposed and she swirled around with the skirt flying around her hips. Alucard expressed a shock through a hiss inbetween his fangs that was audible enough for the woman to hear the voyeour from inside the closet.

It was the same white petticoat that the woman in his dream wore.

If there was any heart in his body at all it would have quicken when just then the nun began to walk towards the closet and lay her hand on the doorknob.

The closet door slowly creaked opened...

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Seras was in the infirmery helping some of the sister with a few sickly orphans. Minutes ago she left Sister Lillie's room to be a extra helping hand before turning in. And avoid Anderson which wasn't very hard since everyone told her that he slept earlier than the others because of his nightly travels. The vampire nun dared not ask or press on into that matter. For she already knew too well what it meant. At this moment, Seras and Sister Moira were tending to another child who had collasped during sunday school and was brought in complaining of feeling very warm and fatigue. They put the child under medical observation.

She wished there was a clock on the wall to know how long she had been here. Seras was sitting beside a bed in the ward where a young girl at the age of twelve laid with a damp cloth on over her forehead. She leaned over and felt the cloth feeling it was getting dry again and removed it to dampen it again. On the other side of the room Sister Moira was looking through a medical dictionary trying to figure out the ailment.

"She has never complained about it before," she said to Seras,"poor child, how is she doing?"

"She is sleeping Sister Moira," replied Seras,"her cloth is dry I will go wet it again."

"A'right," nodded the other nun,"I will keep a eye on her, perhaps she has a fever Sister Mary?"

"Hmmm," thought Seras as she went into a smaller room adjacent to the sick bay,"perhaps."

Seras ran the cloth under cool water until it was entirely soaked.

Sir...has there been any answer to that symbol Master had found in the woods?

No, what you have you found out so far?

I think the intuition is correct sir, there IS someone working inside the orphanage under thier very nose, its easy for a vampire to enter here...I did...the barriors made me a little sick but maybe its because I am still linked to my humanity more than Master is.

We will discuss that later, but for now, what have you found out about anyone?

There is a nun here by the name of Sister Lillie who held the first victim in her arms when it started, she told me so herself, that she heard or saw no one when it happened. Call me nostaglic but when I was a policewoman and heard that alot...it usually meant one thing...

I understand. We have only one day left. Keep a eye on this Lillie and call me when she makes a move...

Yes sir!

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Lillie opened up the door to the closet and found that there was nothing there.

Just a empty barren room full of space.

But the scent was uncanny. She knew he was in there. Enjoying his time watching her undress. With her powers she could enter into his mind and create a dreamworld where they were back at Carfax Abbey sharing his coffin and dabbling in elicit hours of passion and make it feel oh so real. How long had it been since she faked her death in the 18th century, three maybe four decades? Who could keep count. But eras had changed them and one had parted ways from the other.

How would he react seeing he again?

Would he ask about Mina?

"Forget her Count," she muttered under her breath,"she already has...its me you must watch out for...because I am going to see you soon, my forgotten suitor."

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Seras turned off the faucet and wrang some of the excess water out.

Just then her mind focused on the sound of Sister Moira letting out a blood-curdling scream. She ran into back into the room and stopped dead in her tracks. Moira was laying on her back, her head tilted and her eyes staring up vacantly at whom she thought was Sister Mary. Straddling the nun's waist was the twelve year old girl with creamy smooth skin a grayish shade of death pallour and her hazel eyes replaced by sunken black pits of nothingness. The ghoul was dressed in nothing but a nightgown drenched all over with blood as she gorged herself on Sister Moira's chest. Ripping open bones and skin spilling out organs and more blood flowing straight towards Seras. The vampire nun could not move, she was paralyzed with fear at seeing such a sweet harmless girl become a cannibalistic monster eating someone that was taking care of her sick weak body.

A cold lump settled in the back of her throat just as the ghoul dug her claws into a section of Sister Moira's breast and started pulling it apart as easily as one would do a KFC piece of chicken breast. Flesh ripping from bones and tendons snapping was all enough to make Seras let out a series of horrified screams hoping each one would be loud enough for anyone, Alucard, the priests, the nuns, even Father Anderson to hear.

Sister Moira's head detached from the neck bone and rolled to the side.

TBC

SHUDDERS Yeah, I am glad I put a M-rating on this now. Just imagining it in my head was hard enough than putting it down on here but let me know if it was good enough or if I should add more to that scene or make it more descriptive. Anyway. Thank you to all of those that reviewed, put the story on alerts and favorites. I appeciate that very much. THANKS!

And by the way, that entry where Integra was reading from was based off of a chapter in Dracula not a actual chapter itself. I read it as a library book (I was too broke at the time to buy it myself) and what I remembered is that they decapitated Lucy's head and filled it with garlic bulbs and I naturally assumed they burned the body. If they did differently let me know