HELLSING IS NOT MINE. IT BELONGS TO KOUTA HIRANO. HOWEVER, I DO OWN ULRICA. SILVIA BELONGS TO CRIMSONBLOODGODDESS (I'm not really happy with how I worded Hans talking about his sister to Silvia, but oh well. I tried to fix it but I still think it sucks….)

CHAPTER 6

When Ulrica woke up that morning, she practically jumped out of bed upon looking out the window. The weather outside was bright and sunny, and looked at least a little warm. The weather had been shitty the past several days, and she was excited to see sunshine. She really needed some fresh air. Because of the bad weather, she'd been forced to get her exercise in the weight room, and that was no fun. After pulling on a black t-shirt, her green cargo pants and her worn combat boots, she went down to the kitchen to get a quick breakfast, then made her way to the thick forest surrounding the property. Once there, she shifted into her wolf form and sped through the trees, feeling the sheer joy and wildness she always felt when running.

A few hours later, still in her wolf form, Ulrica began to make her way back to the mansion. Taking a shortcut through the crumbling gardens, she suddenly picked up the acrid stench of cigarette smoke. While she had a very heightened sense of smell in her human form, she had gotten used to it. But in her wolf form her sense of smell was heightened even more, which made the cigarette stench even stronger. Just behind the smell of the cigarette smoke, the werewolf detected the familiar scent of a certain French mercenary. She should have known. He smoked a different brand than the rest of the soldiers. But she never really paid attention to the differences between the smell of the cigarettes the soldiers smoked. They all smelled bad.

Feeling her mile-long mischievous streak begin to show itself, she decided she would mess with him a little. Slowly and silently, Ulrica crept towards the smell. Keeping her body low to the ground, she peeked around a corner to see him stretched out on a partially destroyed stone wall, cigarette dangling from his mouth and facing the sky above him. He was dressed in a faded pair of denim pants and a ridiculous pink short sleeved shirt. He was staring up at the sky, so he wouldn't even see her coming.

Ulrica slowly crept towards him, her belly almost dragging the ground. When she finally got close enough to him she quickly stood up, now looming over him. Pip cried out and fell of the wall into the grass on the other side, quickly scooting several feet away. His cigarette had fallen out of his mouth and was currently smoldering in the dirt. Ulrica quickly and easily jumped over the wall and trotted towards him, which caused him to scoot back several more feet. His eye was as wide as a dinner plate and his breathing was heavy. It was then that Ulrica realized that maybe scaring him half to death wasn't the best way to introduce him to her "other side".

"Mon dieu…" Pip breathed, staring at the 7-foot-tall black wolf standing in front of him. Despite the fact that there were currently four werewolves living at Hellsing, he had always seen them in their human form. He once saw Miss Silvia in her wolf form when the battalion attacked the other day, but she was several hundred feet away from him and it was only for a split second. It was another thing entirely being face to face with a werewolf in their wolf form.

The massive wolf slowly sat down and grinned toothily at him, it's bright blue eyes glinting mischievously. Eyes that were very familiar. Where had he seen them before?

Then, it hit him. "Cheri?" He asked, the surprised clear in his voice. The animal before him nodded and, if at all possible, grinned wider. Laughing at himself, Pip stood up and brushed himself off.

Walking towards the large animal in front of him, Pip slowly raised his hand toward her. Ulrica lowered her head and moving past his hand, pressed her forehead and muzzle against his torso. Pip chuckled as he sunk his fingers into the thick fur of her head. "Well," he said with a laugh "I guess I can cross 'petting a giant wolf' off my list of things I never thought I'd get to do."

Ulrica gave a short bark of laughter before whipping her head up and licking his face. "Uck!" He cried, wiping his face. Ulrica responded by knocking him down and attacking his face with her massive tongue.

"Ack! Stop it! Merde! Cut it out! Stop slobbering on me!" His hands were on either side of her muzzle, trying his hardest to push her face away so she would stop licking him. Her tongue receded back into her mouth and her form began to shift and grow smaller. Eventually she was back in her human form, his hands still on either side of her face and pulling the corners of her mouth back, making it look like she was grinning. Pip laughed at the sight. Rolling her eyes, Ulrica pushed his hands away and sat on his stomach, arms crossed. "Eww…" he said, wiping his face for the second time. "dog slobber."

Ulrica gasped indignantly. "I am not a dog. I am a volf. A skilled and deadly preditor. I am insulted that you would compare me to a mere dog."

"But wolves are canines, correct?"

Ulrica nodded.

"So are dogs. So technically wolves are dogs." Pip said with a smirk.

Ulrica scowled. Then, grinned evilly. Pip looked a bit scared. "Uh, Cheri….what are you thinking?"

Almost lightning fast, Ulrica uncrossed her arms and began squeezing his middle. Almost immediately he began to squirm. "AH! Cheri! No! Stop! THAT TICKLES!"

"I know! Now take back what you said about me being a dog!"

"HAHAHAHAHA! STOP!"

"Take it back!"

Pip continued to laugh breathlessly, unable to say anything. He squirmed violently and tried to move her hands away from his middle, but it was no use. Finally, he was able to speak.

"Alright…hahahahaha…ALRIGHT! I take it back! You aren't a dog!"

Ulrica ceased the tickling and laughed triumphantly. The Frenchman under her breathed heavily and chuckled. "You…are a cruel woman, Cheri." He panted.

"Vell, you insulted me! How do you expect me to react?"

Pip laughed again. "You know," He said "revenge can be a bitch."

Ulrica raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean by-"

Before she could finish, he caught her off guard and flipped her onto her back. Before she could react, he began attacking her mid-section with his large hands. Ulrica squealed and squirmed violently.

"Hahahahaha! So the deadly predator squeals like a little girl!"

Ulrica grabbed Pip's wrists and forcefully moved them away from her stomach. "I may squeal like a little girl…" She said, smirking. Then, she quickly wrapped her strong legs around his waist and flipped him onto his back, pinning his arms to the ground above his head. Smirking, she slowly leaned down and whispered into his ear "But I'm still stronger than you, Frenchie."

Pip was quiet for a moment, then snickered. "And Just vat is so funny?" She asked.

"Nothing's funny," He said. "It's just that it's not every day that I get to be pinned down by a lovely woman."

Ulrica rolled her eyes at him. "You are such a pervert."

"Yet you are the one sitting on me and pinning me to the ground like that. So who's the pervert now, my dear?"

Ulrica looked up for a moment, thinking. Then she looked back down at Pip. "Still you." She replied.

Pip laughed loudly. "It seems I can't win for losing."

Ulrica chuckled at him. "Nein."

~With Hans & Silvia~

The two werewolves had been sitting quietly in Hellsing's large library, neither one saying much since they had gotten there. Hans was sitting in a large chair with a book in his hand and several on a table beside him. He was learning English fast, much faster than Silvia would have thought. She thought that she would have been doing more teaching, but when she found out that he was perfectly capable of teaching himself, Silvia set about looking for something to read. She had read all the interesting books in the library already, and was currently standing by a bookcase, flipping through one she had read a thousand times. She made a mental note to take a trip into town to get some more books soon. Perhaps she would even take Hans with her, give him a tour of the city.

Bored out of her mind, Silvia sighed. Maybe a bit too loudly.

"Is everything alright, Fraulein?" Spoke a deep, heavily accented voice. Silvia jumped, dropping her book. "Oh! Um…well…I mean, no! Er, yes. Yes! Everything is fine! Wonderful, actually!" She fumbled.

"You seem…unhappy to be here."

"Oh, no, not at all. Just a little bored. I've read all the good books here so much that I could probably recite them to you." She replied, picking up the book and replacing it.

"Perhaps then ve should take a break?"

"Alright. If you want. You seem to have at least a basic knowledge of English. I think we can stop for today."

Hans smiled slightly and nodded, standing up and beginning to place the language books back onto the shelves.

"Here, let me help." She said, grabbing several books from the top of the stack he was holding.

"thank you much, Fraulein."

"No need for the formalities, Hans. Just call me Silvia."

"Very vell, Silvia."

They replaced the books in silence, neither quite knowing what to say. Silvia looked over to see Hans replace a book on a high shelf, his long, muscled arm stretching just slightly. Silvia would have had to get a ladder just to reach that shelf.

Silvia stood on her toes, attempting to replace the last book in her hand. A large shadow fell over her and a warm, calloused hand brushed hers as Hans took the book from her and effortlessly put it in it's place. Silvia turned to see him looming over her, the top of her head just reaching his armpit. And she was wearing heels! The man in front of her had not moved, just looked down at her, gentleness in his pale blue eyes. Hans was so tall and muscular, yet his movements were fluid and almost graceful. He was close enough that his scent filled her nostrils, making Silvia blush lightly. Everything about him exuded Alpha Male, and Silvia knew it. She could already feel herself growing warm. She wondered what it would be like to have those strong arms of his wrapped around her body. To feel all those sinewy muscles beneath her hands…

Silvia shook her head, inwardly smacking herself. 'NO! BAD SILVIA!' she thought. 'Stop thinking dirty thoughts!' Silvia quickly moved away from him, walking over to stand by the window.

She silently blamed her reacting hormones on the time of year. Despite the fact that it had been warm and sunny all day, she knew that soon the weather would start to cool, which meant that the werewolf mating season would soon be approaching with the cold weather.

"Is something the matter, Silvia?" Hans asked her, concerned.

"Uh…no. Nothing at all. It's just that it's a bit warm in here, so I wanted to stand by the window so I could feel the breeze."

Hans raised a pale eyebrow.

"Vell, you English must have amazing glass, if you can feel the vind coming in through a closed vindow."

Silvia looked behind her. Damn…he was right. "Uh…well…I…um…" Silvia stuttered, her face growing as red as her hair. "W-well, m-maybe I should open a window then. Let some fresh air in." Silvia opened the latch and the window swung out, letting the cool breeze into the room.

Hans chuckled. "You can relax, Miss Silvia. I vas only making fun." He explained, joining her at the window. If at all possible, that comment made Silvia turn even redder. Hans new perfectly well the reason for her actions, and decided then that it was best to change the subject.

"May I ask you something, Silvia?"

"Of course!" Silvia replied, happy to change the subject.

"How…how is it that my sister came to Hellsing?"

Silvia smiled. "Well, she came to us three days prior to your attack on Hellsing. She was very worried about you and begged us not to let you die in exchange for the two of you working for Hellsing. You must be very important to her if she was so willing to take such a risk as to desert Millennium and come all the way here."

Hans smiled, deep affection in his eyes. "Yes. Our parents died vhen she vas only seven and I vas eleven. Since then I had raised her myself and ve vere the only family the other had. It has been only the two of us for over a century. Even though the FREAK chip vas controlling my brain, vhen I heard that she disappeared I could still feel a tvinge of panic."

"You're a good brother, Hans. And you don't need to worry. You two are safe here." Silvia could see the relief in his eyes. She walked over to him and placed a gentle hand on his arm.

"Thank you very much, Silvia." he said, happy and relieved. "I do not know how ve vill be able to repay your family's kindness."

"Don't worry about it." Silvia said. "All our organization requires is your loyalty."

Hans straightened up to atention, hands clasped behind his back. "Then my sister and I vill defend Hellsing vith our lives, Miss." he said, bowing deeply.

Silvia straightened and feigned seriouslness. "Very well, good sir. We will hold you to it."

Not able to stay serious for very long, Silvia giggled, her bi-colored eyes brightening.

Hans smiled gently at her, realising that he was already growing fond of this woman. He was glad to have a friend in this strange place.

They stood in silence for several moments, until the sound of a woman's laughter floated up through the window. Confused, they looked down to see a couple sitting in the grass, their backs against a crumbling stone wall. The man had long brown hair that was in a braid that hung over his shoulder and rested against a garish pink shirt. He had a patch over one of his eyes and a cigarette behind his ear. His arm was resting on the shoulders of a woman with long raven hair. The man's free hand was waving and gesturing, like he was telling a story. From the woman's reaction, the story was very funny. The woman laughed loudly again and playfully smacked the man's chest. It took Hans and Silvia a few seconds to realize that the laughing woman was Hans' sister. "Well," Silvia said with a chuckle. "Looks like they're getting along."

Her chuckle ended abruptly when she looked up into Hans' face. He was not happy.

"Who is that?" he asked. Silvia could hear the anger rising in his voice.

"Um, That's Pip. He's the Captain of the Wild Geese."

Hans turned to look at Silvia with a raised eyebrow. "And before you ask, Hans, no he's not the Captain of birds. The Wild Geese are a Mercenary group that Integra hired after we lost most of our soldiers when the Valentine Brothers attacked." Silvia continued. "The other day It looked like she wanted to rip his head off, but they seem to have hit it off pretty well."

Silvia heard his knuckles crack as his hand balled up into a fist.

'Uh-oh...' Silvia thought. No big brother wants to see a strange man's arm around his baby sister. "Um, Hans..." Silvia said carefully, sensing he was angry. Before she could say any more, Hans spun on his heel and strode quickly out of the library. "Damn..." Silvia said, knowing full well where he was headed. Silvia rushed into the hallway, seeing that Hans was no longer there but hearing his distant heavy footsteps. "Damn." she said again, starting to run down the hall. She would have to follow him by scent.

She caught up with him in the kitchen as he made his way out the back door. Running after him into the bright afternoon, Silvia grabbed onto Hans' masculine arm. "Hans," she said, at this point worried for a certain mercenary's life. "Think about this for minute. Violence isn't going to solve anything."

But he continued on in silence, practically pulling Silvia along behind him. "Hans!" Silvia shouted, hoping that Ulrica would hear her and be able to diffuse her older brother.

There must have been a merciful higher power at work, because she did. Both Ulrica and Pip heard her and turned their heads to see Hans striding over, pulling Silvia along behind him like a boat pulling a waterskier. Ulrica jumped up from the ground and tackled Hans. "Brother!" she shouted happily. Hans, who was knocked flat on his back, sat up and wrapped his arms around his little sister. "Brother, you're alright!" She squealed happily.

When Hans stood up, Ulrica's limbs were still wrapped tightly around his torso. "Ulrica…" He said, trying to pry her off. "Not here, in front of Miss Silvia."

Letting go of her brother, the raven-haired werewolf turned to Silvia. "You don't mind, do you Fraulein?"

"Oh, no. Not at all." Silvia said, chuckling at their odd sibling bonding. It reminded her of Integra and herself, almost. Grinning, Ulrica once more hugged her brother's torso, her head barely reaching his shoulder. Hans just smiled warmly and patted her head with his large hand. "I'm so glad you're okay, Brother." Ulrica said, burying her face into his shirt. "I vas so vorried. Seeing you lying there unconscious, barely alive, I…I thought I vas going to lose you…"

Silvia sidled over to Pip as she watched the reunited siblings.

"So…" Pip said quietly to Silvia, almost a whisper. "That's her brother?" He asked. Silvia nodded. "Woah." Pip said. "I knew she had a big brother, but I didn't know he was that big. What the hell to they feed men in Germany?"

Silvia just laughed. "I'm serious!" Pip said with an edge of laughter to his voice. "He's like one big pile of muscle!"

"Well, that big pile of muscle was ready to pummel you into a smear on the ground for having your arm around his baby sister." Silvia told Pip, eyebrows raised. The mercenary looked very uncomfortable and more than a little nervous. "Is…is that so?"

Silvia nodded again. Pip swallowed. "Great. This should be fun…" he said as he nervously rubbed his neck.

Silvia chuckled. If not fun, it would definitely be interesting.