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D released Dag and straightened himself, regaining his composure he turned to his sister to retort when she disappeared. "Shes just like him, has to go to such extremes to-" D stopped himself there, hadnt he just been going between two extremes not two minutes ago? Maybe their fathers blood did hav more influence then either of them thought. Or is that just what happened when anyone was pushed too far?

D turned back to Dag when Mazz grew back his arm and head before disappearing as well, leaving D and Dag alone. "You should thank him. I know he irritates you but he did help." D said to Dag, about Mazz.

D picked up his hat and put it back on his head before turnign back to Dag. "Sorry for the..." D meant to say hug after that but now that he had regained his composure his mouth wouldnt let him betray his inner feelings. "..I just thought i lost you. I got so mad at Ivy i choked her for a good while before letting up." D said he was going to say more but he ended up going silent. How long had it been since he had been like this? His childhood maybe?

"How do you feel?" D asked Dag after a bit. It was more than just idle chitchat he was actually concerned about the Demonic Dhampir. A feeling hung in the air, what was it...? It was almost so thick you could taste it. Was that... uneasiness? Embaressment? Or just a boy who wanted to hang around his friend all day, but was unsure if his friend wanted the same.

Ivy stayed by the lake, thinking about the most recent past events. She knew that at some point, her brother would possibly come after her and want to explain, but she thought that she wouldn't stick around that long. She didn't want his sympathy right now. She didn't even want to be around anyone. She was going to go cold, just like she had seen her brother for the first time she had seen him. She was afraid that if she stuck around too long, she'd hurt someone else, or worse, kill them. She was hopeing that Dag was alright tho, she stay after he blew of Mazz's head and what not, she didn't want to risk anything. But she had hoped that the Silver Sleep poison had at least gotten rid of Legion so that D didn't have to rip their souls apart.

Ivy soon stood up from where she was and removed her jacket and laid it on the ground after she folded it, then she removed her weapons belt and laid it on her jacket after removing one set of her throwing knives that she was going to keep with her while she went into the water to try and cool off. Sure it was night time(I hope that's right) but it wasn't that cool. She kicked off her boots and took off her socks and stuffed them in her boots, she kept all her other clothes on so she had a place to hide her throwing knives incase someone came after her. Ivy then walked to edge of the lake and jumped in.

As Ivy swam around beneath the waters surface, she finally relaxed on her back and closed her eyes as she floated to the surface of the water, moving her arms and legs slightly for her to stay in the area she wanted to be at. She kept her ears peeled so she could listen for anyone coming up that would possibly come up and want to kill her. Though she wanted to die then, she didn't want it to be a death by sneak attack, she wanted to fight for a little while at least.

((Ivy is just going to be swimming in the lake for a while, at least until something else happens))

While Ivy floated on the water, she was thinking of everything that happened in her life now. What happened between her and her mother, the night her father left, though she was really young when it happened. The night she left home, the moment she made her first kill before she met Raziel...everything that happened in her life she was looking into.

As she looked through all her memories, red tears fell down her cheeks and into the cold water. then she quickly wiped them away incase anyone was watching her. but the only memory that allowed her to smile on the inside, was when Raziel gave Ivy, her first kiss. That was the only good memory she had, the others were of pain, sorrow, and distruction.

Ivy then dove back under the water to soak the rest of herself. She closed her eyes and then opened them as they went red for a moment, then white. Soon the Lake started to freeze, and then heat up again, and she continued to do that for several hours.

"I'm not good at this either. As I told you before, I never had a childhood, so I never had practice. Legion isn't all bad. I've learned how to make friends from them. Yes, they were rude about it... but some of them told me how. The majority of them want you dead."

Dag leaned back against the tank he was in, the glass holding up his weight, "Indeed. Some of the souls told me that you and I have almost too much in common, so it's only fair that this friendship last for eternity. It could... possibly be more. I don't know."

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, D."

Dag folded his arms, and remained motionless, statue-like even. He had the look of understanding, but the posture of somebody who's bored. That posture quickly changed to a slack form. Legion must've had temporary control of his body back there.

As Ivy continued to take out her frustrations on the water, under the surface of the lake, she could suddenly hear what D was going to do with Dag.

"Share memories? Why would he want to do that? Doesn't he know that if he does that with Dag, Legion would have information to use against D? Oh well, he'll just have to deal with it, it's not my job to watch over him anymore. It's too late for me anyways." She thought to herself.

D gasped when he felt Dags mind pull, he wanted the memories. And he could even feel Legion be shoved back and be disconnected from this. Ds eyes turned crimson and he kept his eye contact with Dag. It wasnt long before the memories began to flow...
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Dag would see everything, how Dracula had been as a father, both cruel and kind and a hound for his love Mina. D as a child who both feared, loved and respected his father. Dracula had taught D much from the world, how to play and write music from several different instruments, He shared and sometimes read books upon books to his child of all different kinds. Most importantly Dracula showed his boy how to be disciplined and in control of himself. After all they had grown up during the Victorian Era, so one just could imagine how D was raised even without seeing it.

Dag would see Ds first feeding and how his father taught him to hunt and kill without being detected. D was taught how to ride, how to be a gentleman. D was taught to fight as well by his father, the lessons where harsh but D quickly excelled at everything and anything is father threw his way. Even when he started teaching him how to hone his powers, D mastered them quickly much to Draculas delight.

Ds mother Mina was beautiful and so kind and caring. She would comfort D when his father wouldnt, and she taught him many things. How to cook several delicious dishes. But most of their time was spent in the families garden where Mina taught D how to care for plants. D always seemed to laugh more around his mother, true feelings of happiness and warmth rushed through him and into Dag as he remembered his dear mother.

D learned alot of things from his servants as well that his parents didnt teach him. How to clean, how to acquire rare things, how to bargain, how to care for the livestock especially his own Ebony Mare that had been given to him as a present by his father one birthday.

Dag would even see the death of Ds mother, the Hellsing organization and the besting of his father. He would feel the rush of emotions D had had that night, and that the castle had exploited not too long ago. How he had run away and to the outskirts of a town. He shortened his birth given name, Dracula... to the first letter so no one would suspect him of being a Dhampir. He hid his vampirisim well until a family had took him in and he had fallen for their redheaded daughter. How she had taught him to open back up after the incident and never asked him about his past. She was so caring and kind just like his mother had been.

D had fallen for the girl and in the heat of the moment when the two had snuck off and gone to a special place of the girls, He had killed her in a fit of bloodlust that had been aroused when they had started to become intimate. He had run from that family as well, afraid theyd kill him or worse for what he had done. He had never been so heartbroken and afraid in his life.

Years of solitude followed that incident before a boy and his family found D and took him in. He was a bit older now and he remained aloof for sometime even while the boy and the family showed him kindness. But it didnt take long before D fell for the boy too, or rather the boy had fallen for him and had been persistent enough to get under Ds skin. The boy made D question his sexuality at that time, but in the end it had resulted in the same thing as the redheaded girl. D had killed the boy in a bloodlust rage when they had gotten too intimate, and he ran from them as well.

More solitude followed after the incident but in the meantime D honed his skills, both Vampiric and physical. He went around the world learning languages, learning different fighting techniques from many Kung-Fu masters and other masters of fighting styles. He spent alot of his time in libraries in the middle of the night just reading, his thirst for knowledge couldnt be quenched back then it seemed. He slowly learned control over his bloodlust starving himself before he'd give in and raid a hospital for bloodpacks. When his vampirisim was found out he spent his time running from mortals in fear. Many times he had been captured by people and they had tortured him only to have him disappear on them before they could stake his heart.

D watched the world around him change but he remained forever the same, at least externally. Internally he started to become the cold icy and greatly skilled hunter he was known to be. He started to curse his father for what ran through his blood. He vowed never to get close to anyone again in his life and he started hunting his own kind. He saw wars upon wars as well as the rise and fall of human kind. Humans D concluded could be both cruel and passionate much like his father had been. He saw the huge war that changed the shape of the Earth and gave rise to the Nobility.
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Ds eyes changed back to their blue color and D released Dag, breaking the connection gently. D suddenly looked weak and a hue of emotions ran through his eyes as he placed a hand to his head. Alot of what he had shown Dag he had forgotten, and alot he hadnt meant to show, he had just meant to show the pleasant memories. But they were few and far between it seemed.