Title: Black berries, red berries
Disclaimer: Don't own Hellsing, never will. Though I own my original characters and so.
Summary: He smiled faintly at her dancing around the flames, deep in his dreams noticing the scent of a whispered promises. Then the guilty make him to wake up and smell only the gunpowder and cigarettes. Walter has forgotten.
There will be a lot of Walter yet the story won't be centered on him.
Yes, it will be slightly a romance, but for my sake no fluff and this kind of stuff.
And yeah, please notice that it's my first fanfiction and English isn't my first language obviously. Enjoy!
Prologue
Sitting crooked on bed Walter propped his heavy head up on his hands, listening to a message over and over again. Exhausted after mission and Integra's daily moods he thought getting back to his rooms at midnight ought to be a happy moment of peaceful silence, yet tonight all his expectations have been ruined by one message recorded earlier on his personal phone.
The sweetest voice he have ever heard and hardly remember now after years of lack of contact was begging him for help.
"Hello, Walter? Walter are you there? Uncle... Oh god, my god... Luca is coming to you, I put him into the plane two hours ago. Keep him safe, I beg you. There is something... Not only a dream, a frightful dream. If you find me..." there was a long scream and noises, which he couldn't identify "I'm not angry with you for abandoning us, even though you'd sworn you'll protect my family, I..." more noises and a sudden end, like someone had cut off the phone line.
Those words were bouncing against his head, making him feel like he was about to explode.
He felt guilty.
Suddenly he stood up and walked out of his rooms, then run outside to the garage.
Going to the airport didn't take him too long.
"Are you sure there is someone to pick you up here? We've been waiting for one and half an hour already."
"Yes."
Oh, how irritated she was, she Angela White also known as the living example of patience.
But now in the middle of the night after a long, unpleasant flight she was stuck with this strange little boy here on the airport waiting for someone to take him away.
Apparently there was no such a person and that pissed her off extremely.
Why, she had gotten extra one hundred pounds for babysitting the kid in the plane and afterward, what should cheered her up yet there was something intimidating about the boy.
She tried to start some silly conversation, but the only word he would have said was 'yes'.
Then she was just sitting staring at the travellers passing by or at him. He was about five or six years old, his jet black curls gently falling upon his wide emerald eyes. He was silent and calm from time to time looking into her eyes, no urgent moves and loudly noises so unlike other children about his age. She thought for a moment that maybe all the kids from his country are so strange and his behaviour wasn't anything unusual.
"Luka? Thanks god, you are here"
Five years old jumped down of the bench he was sitting on and grab gloved hand of a stranger.
Angela looked up to see old man's face who hopefully turned out of the blue.
"And thank you too miss for keeping your eye on him."
"No problem sir"
With that she hurried away. Unfortunately British Airways' hostess Angela White has never returned home. While opening door to her apartment she was eaten by a freak vampire and the turned into useless ghoul. Pity.