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The seconds turned into minutes, and the minutes ever so slowly, ticked into hours. The hours built up, forming days. As the days turned into years, the once tall, bleak, white walls seemed to grow small, the window shrinking to a shorter level. The small, cotton bed was barely large enough for it's nightly occupant. The small, wooden chair that kept the window company was the only thing that seemed to keep it's size. That disappointed Amy a bit; she'd never liked things that stayed the same. Never changing, never altering it's appearence. Amy raised her head from gazing at the hard, title floor and back toward the glass of the window. It was raining outside, the wind causing the long trunks of the trees outside to twist, the old wood groaning in response. Rain pelted harshly on the roof of the St. Laurali Mental Facility, making tin taps sound inside. A bird fluttered off in the distance. Amy had lived in London, England for her whole life, and she had grown up watching these storms. She noticed that not one storm was alike in the way the thunder cracked, nor how harshly the rain fell, nor the length the entire thing lasted. Always changing; normal, in Amy's book. A click of a lock and the creak of the door told Amy someone had entered her room. She didn't move, but she didn't tense.
"Miss Taturnate, it's time for your appointment."
Amy turned her head to the visitor, so her profile could be seen. The visitor was a thin young woman with white blond hair that was pulled tightly in a bun on top of her head. She was clad in a white nurse's uniform. She matched the rest of the room; bright, white, and boring. Amy slowly got up from her chair, the light lavender nightgown spilling around her ankles as she straightened herself. She adjusted the high collar that curved around her slender neck, as she always did before exiting her safe room. Amy slowly walked toward the nurse, who smiled as she took her arm firmly. Amy smiled back to her politely. They walked down the long hall, making curves to other halls once in a while. Other paitents watched Amy and her escort as they passed, a few trying to grab onto the flowing back of her nightdress, but she scowled and shook them off. The nurse gave her a disaproving glance as Amy kicked an old man who grabbed her ankle, and Amy bowed her head slightly, a curtain of thick, burgundy hair shielding her from the other female's glance. Soon, the two entered another room, but it was as small as Amy's. The only difference between them was that it had color, peticularily light blues and greens. The nurse released her arm, and Amy let herself fall into a cushy, green, leather chair.
"Dr. Browning will be with you in a minute. Can I trust you in here by yourself?"
Amy laughed a bit. They really thought she was insane?
"Yes Ma'am. I won't move from this chair."
The nurse smiled kindly before clicking the door shut, leaving Amy in silence once again. She kicked her feet absent mindedly, as her legs weren't long enough to reach the floor if she leaned back in her seat. Amy watched the dark wood stained clock on the wall with half lidded grey eyes. Tick tock. Tick tock. After a minute or two, Amy started braiding hair into small, loose twirls, shaking them out, and then re-braiding them. It seemed like only a second before the sound of heavy footsteps filled her with dread.
Clunk. Clunk. Clunk.
Amy straightened her posture immediately, crossing her bare feet at the ankles and placing her hands in her lap. She had been taught manners, despite being raised in the looney bin, and made sure to exercise those manners when in company of someone like Dr. Ivan Browning. The door creaked open, and shut quickly. Amy turned her head to the door, and smiled alittle. Her eyes met a realitively young man with a mop of dirty blond hair which was tied back in a neat pony tail. Sharp, bright green eyes gleamed behind thin rimmed glasses, and cooperate casual clothing was partially hidden underneath the traditional white doctor's coat. The man smiled back to Amy, sitting in the plushy chair infront of her. The doctor crossed his legs, and placed a clip board on his knee.
"Good morning, Amy. How are you feeling today?" Dr. Browning greeted, the smile still dancing on his lips. Amy's smile faded.
"Today is angry."
Now, Ivan frowned. He jotted a sentence down on his clip board, and then looked back up at his paitent.
"Why is today angry? Is it the storm?"
Amy shook her head no, and looked away. Dr. Browning sighed quietly.
"Do you want to tell me why today is angry?"
Silence. The doctor waited for a few moments longer, then ripped the sheet he was writing off the clip board, and gave the board to Amy, along with the pen. She took it slowly, not saying anything. This is what they did when they days were angry or sad.
Saddness, anger, hate, and emotions in the like were days she would never speak of. So, Browning would have her draw what she would see. What frightened so much that she wouldn't speak of it. Amy began to sketch slowly, her smooth ivory hand curving along the paper. Ivan watched her face as she drew. Her expression was hard in concentration, but her eyebrows knitted together every now and then. After twenty minutes, the doctor stood, and took brisk strides to look over Amy's shoulder, who was just finishing her drawing. A few seconds of shading, and the girl handed the clip board to him.
There had been other days that were angry, and the drawings had always been similar. They were usually in depth scenes of fires with a strange sigil in the center. Other days, it was a blooden gloved hand touching fire, that same sigil on the glove.
Today, there was no angry fire. No strange symbol. But, it was definately angry.
A hoard of rage filled, blazing eyes stared back up at Browning from the paper.
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"Mission completed."
Alucard formed a crooked grin as he spoke the words to his master. Integra exhaled a puff of smoke from her cigar, and nodded in approval.
"Good. Any diffuculties?"
Alucard snorted in a scoffing sort of way, and tipped his head slightly so this sun shades could fall to the tip of his nose.
"Of course not." Integra made a small sound of amuesment, and ground her finished cigar into the glass ash tray at the corner of her desk. When her hand was free, she crossed her fingers with the digits of the other hand, and rested her chin on them. Alucard's smirk had returned, and he had pushed his goggle like lenses back up to hide his red eyes.
"Those cigars are going to be the death of you, Master."
Integra's eyes flickered in annoyance. "Since when are you concerned about my well-being?"
Alucard chuckled. "You are my Master. I have the right to keep you healthy...rather, attempt to steer you in the right direction and-"
"Shut up, Alucard." Integra un-crossed her fingers, and rubbed her temple with her left hand. When her head began to get small, faint aches, it was a warning...an argument was on the way. Alucard only walked up to the very front of Integra's wooden desk, and grinned wider. She could even see the wicked gleam in his eyes through the thick, orange shades. Integra groaned mentally.
"...and I can only help if I get your attention..." With a movement like lightening, the nosferatu had reached out across Integra's desk, and plucked the small tin of cigars from under a few manilla folders, and read the label.
"Hendi Winzermans Cigars? Oh, excuse me, small cigars. Like that makes the health benefits any better."
"Give those back now!"
"Don't be tempted, Master. 'And lead us not into temptation'." Alucard laughed. Integra narrowed her icy, sapphire eyes dangerously, and stood, slamming her palms on the wood under her, scattering various papers. Her glasses slid down the bridge of her nose. "Give them back, vampireNow!"
Alucard mirrored Integra's movements, the tin of smokes under his hand. He only grinned impossibly wider, completing his chesire cat grin. "Resist the hold the tobacco has on your soul, Master."
That's it. Now, he was just begging for a few rounds in the head. No, Integra needed to get out this held in frustration. The Hellsing leader grabbed the glass ash try at her side, and threw it right at Alucard. A few ashes peppered the collar of his red duster, but faded into thin air before the ash try could hit him. The glass shattered on the tile floor five feet away. Integra ground her teeth in fury, and sat back down slowly, her hand automatically reaching under the manilla folders...
Alucard had taken her cigars.
"ALUCARD!!!"
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Ivan Browning stared at the picture for a minute, taking in the detail of the irises. Every gleam of each angle was so vivid...the most life like drawing the doctor had ever seen his paitent draw. He averted his green eyes, and met Amy's grey ones. They seemed burdened...she must have seen this one recently.
"This drawing is different, Amy. The other angry ones have fire. Why not this one?"
Amy closed her eyes for a minute, looking down. She stayed like that for a minute, and then looked back up, no expression written on her face, but the emotion was apparent in the way the light his her eyes...fear. Her voice came out in a soft whisper.
"They were red...firey red...hellish. It's a sign, Doctor, and I know what it means!" Amy's voice grew louder in suspence, and Browning eyed her.
"What does it mean?" He was scared of that answer. If she said what he thought she was going to say...
"Vampires! The same one comes to me at night and talks to me! I'm not lying, and I'm not crazy!" Amy latched onto Ivan's arm. "He makes the days what they are! He makes them sad, or angry, or sometimes, even happy! He..."
Amy went on and on, and from out Ivan's pocket, he pulled out a needle with a tube attached with his free arm. "Amy, love, sit still."
Her eyes widened, and she jumped back.
"No! I'm telling the truth! He comes at night! He showed me the eyes and-...ahhhh." Amy breathed out air as the needle was injected into her arm carefully, and the liquid attatched made it's way into her blood system. Amy fell back, eyes closed. Ivan sighed, throwing away the needle in a nearby waste basket.
'Vampires...why is it always vampires?' Dr. Browning mused to himself as he opened the door to his office.
"Nurse? You can take Amy back to her room."
That evening...
Amy fluttered her eyes open, and her vision was blurry. The doctor had put her to sleep again...ugh. She hated that stuff. It made her feel so horrible afterward. The girl sat up slowly, and discovered she had been carried back to her safe room. Amy looked around, and then out her window. It was dark out; she had slept almost the entire day. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, Amy stood, and walked over to her little wooden chair shakily, and plopped down, the legs of the seat creaking in protest. She waved off a lock of dark burgundy hair from her face, and looked outside.
The face of a wickedly grinning young man with purple eyes and fangs met her.
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Integra chewed on the butt of a cigar as she watched her servant off into the thick mists of night. In exchange for her pack of smokes, the Hellsing leader gave Alucard something to do...a mission. He had happily agreed to the trade as happily as Integra had made it.
She only hoped Alucard would try to hurry...those poor clients at St. Laurali's wouldn't last long...
A/N: Good first chappie? Tell me! Please review:)
EDIT: Stupid cut off my story the first time I posted...had to re-do it...sorry to the two reviewers whos reviews were deleted because of this ):