Hi, This is my first fic, so be gentle and please review. I have more of the story already written on my hard drive, but would love to hear any ideas to spruce it up.

Thanks.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of Hellsing (Damn!). Annabel is all mine though.

Blood and Fire

PRELUDE

Alucard stood on the roof of Hellsing Manor, staring at the full moon. He often envisioned reaching out with shadowed hands to take the shining orb. Normally a night like this enthralled him to a hunt or a bite to drink. However, tonight felt lacking. He felt slightly empty inside, despite his fill of donated blood earlier tonight. This was not the first time. He took on the fledgling months ago, hoping to satisfy the emptiness. It was not to be. She clung too tightly to the humanity she no longer had. Police Girl did not thrill him.

He was loath to admit it, even to himself. It wasn't like him to need another person. He growled at the moon then. The moon was solitary and undisturbed as he should be.

He wanted a mate pure and simple. A woman who could satisfy his dark appetites, and live through them. One who was strong inside and tantalizing outside. One whom he only saw in his dreams.

He turned away from the moon to go berate Police Girl for not drinking her blood.

CHAPTER 1

She stood in her kitchen chopping carrots for her vegetable medley. The pot on the stove to her left started to steam. She hummed contentedly to the music of her Ipod, which hung, around her neck under her shirt. The sun had gone down an hour ago and a slight cool breeze was flowing through the window in front of her.

She wore her favorite t-shirt. It was black displaying the band of Guns and Roses, and it clung a little to her form. Her jeans were loose fitting, faded black, and tattered at the bottoms. She wore her plain brown hair in a loose ponytail.

'Ah, it's such a lovely evening. If only I had a good ol' honest, lusty, lover nuzzling my neck, it would be perfect,' she thought sighing sadly.

She could smell the cheese sauce also on the stove. It was coming along nicely.

"MMMmm, smells delicious, doesn't it…?" Uttered a deep masculine voice from behind her.

Her head whipped to the right causing her to slice open her finger. Her eyes opened wide in disbelief at the man who spoke. He was easily six foot four, and was clad in a deep red coat, a form fitting dark gray dress jacket and pants, as well as a loose bow tie and a fedora hat of the same red. His eyes were a piercing brilliant red and his mouth curled in a devious smirk.

'I must be going nuts.' Softly, she said "You can't be real," then looked at her finger as the pain finally registered. "Oh but I Am." He responded.

In seconds, he was before her grabbing the injured hand and placing the bleeding finger into his mouth, baring his fangs as he did so. Her mouth dropped open. He sucked on the blood coming out while her heart beat frantically inside her chest. All she could do was watch, rooted to the spot, as he slowly pulled it back out licking it clean.

"The sweetest ever tasted. I must have more." With those words broke her out of her daze.

"What? No way. No hallucination of mine is going to suck me dry" Her face scrunched in an angry frown as she tried to pull away.

"Heh" he smiled showing his teeth. "You think yourself mad?," His smile grew wider. "Welcome to my world."

His left hand still gripping hers, his other hand snaked quickly around her waist and brought her tightly against him. She fiercely struggled in his arms as he started to lower his fangs to her neck.

A strange sensation came over her. Her body was tingling everywhere; hot needle pricks in her fingers, her toes, and her spine. She was becoming light-headed. The last thing she heard was a whisper at her neck.

"Ahh, you are the sweetest dream…. Never letting go…."

Alucard woke up in his coffin to feel a warm body nestled against him. Perhaps, it is the police girl who had crawled in his coffin after a bad dream, he mused. She had done it before though it was rare. No, this body smells different, like the woman in his dream. Oh, and what a dream it was. Not that much happen in it, but it was the way it felt. The sights, the sounds, the smells, the tastes, were so much more real then any of his previous dreams, which were rare.

He savored it a moment more before turning his attention to the sleeping female next to him. It certainly was not Police Girl nor his Master, so he opened his eyes to see a mass of deep blood red hair and a slightly flushed pink face with just a hint of freckles on her nose. She wore a black shirt with a pair of guns on it. 'This cannot be the girl in my dream… perhaps I still dream.' Alucard moved to expose her neck by brushing her hair from it. Her eyes snapped open and instantly screamed at his face.

She flailed about, hitting the confines of the coffin; close to hyperventilating. Alucard just stared amused at her actions. Realizing she was in a coffin she shoved open the lid and promptly tumbled out onto the cold stone floor. On her back she crawled away a few feet in the nearly pitch black room. It was only nearly so because she saw those two glowing red eyes.

A moment later a few candles sparked into life illuminating Alucard's sitting form and the few articles of furniture in the sparse room: a tall wooden chair to the left, a small table near that, a large four poster bed with a canopy in the right corner, and of course the coffin in the center. There was also a door behind her.

She knew where she was but she could not believe it. It had to be a dream, she did not remember going to bed and the cold floor alone was definitely solid and real. She slowly rose to her feet.

"Who are you?" Those red eyes glaring straight into her while the voice awaited her answer.

She turned, flung open the door, and ran out.